Dear THH-of-the-future,
My birthday is totally amazing. April 20th. 420. International weed day. Hitler's birthday. You just can't beat that.
I just turned 17 today, well actually, yesterday, considering the fact that I am typing this at two in the morning. And it just occurred to me that I suck.
I've still never had a boyfriend.
I suck.
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Sometimes life can be too overwhelming; sometimes there just isn't anyone to turn to; sometimes the heart is dragging every single beat.
Dear THH-of-the-future,
Tell me, does it get better?