Pinky Promise | Hayes Grier
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Last published Thu, Jul 17, 2014
I wished I didn't have to over think everything. That I didn't have to freak out over simple things like raising my hand in class, or saying thank you after he opens the door for me. I wish I could just walk up to him and say hi, without stuttering or blushing rapidly. I wished I didn't have to deal with this stupid anxiety disorder, and be a normal teenage girl.
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