After. I wish I could tell you that I have long, lustrous, dark hair or model-worthy legs. I wish I could tell you I was bubbly and popular. I wish I could tell you about my special artistic talent that took me across the world, and that I met a guy in my journeys, fell in love, and lived happily ever after. But if I did, I’d be lying to you because one: looks and talent are qualities I lack, and two: I don’t believe in love. However, I can tell you a story, and yes, there is a guy involved. You may not like it, but if there’s any type of moral to the story I’m about to tell you, it is that people can learn a lot of things about themselves from experience. Let my story be your experience. My name is Olivia Howell.
This is where I'm supposed to introduce myself as the shy, nerdy girl. Then introduce the other protagonist of the story, who's a charismatic hot guy, and tell the story of how we hopelessly fell in love.
I wish things happened that way. I wish I had someone to share this story with.
But this is my story. This is reality.
It will go on, with or without you.
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This story contains strong language. Some would find it offensive. You had been warned.