Love isn't real. It's a hyped up subject that girls dream about and guys have nightmares about.
Humans are selfish. Nobody is going to catch a grenade for you and the sooner that you understand that, the sooner you will be able to move on with your life.
Yes, I was a victim of the disease called love. I thought my guy was everything. In reality, he was my trophy guy and I was his trophy girl.
Carl, that was his name. He was drop dead gorgeous. He was athletic, popular, beautiful eyes, and had perfect smile. I am pretty too though. With my blonde hair and blue eyes, skinny body, and big booty, it only took a shake and a wiggle to snag Carl up.
That's where most stories get it wrong. The hot guy falls for the ugly girl? Nope! Nuhuh. That doesn't happen. Ever. Guys want pretty girls. Girls want pretty guys. It's life.
I'm going to teach you now about the real world. It's not a book about realistic moments in life. This is a realistic book about books with "realistic" moments in life.
