This is the story of a girl. She was not my type. She was not my ideal girl. She was not like everyone else. She rarely smiles. She rarely laughs. She's rarely happy. She doesn't give a damn. She doesn't have any friends. She doesn't like to be loved. She forgives. She forgets. She remembers. She was ironic. She was real. She was pretty. She hates me. She likes me. She loves me. This is the story of a girl...my girl. And this is all about her.