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Between not doing school work and having a verbally abusive mother that changes like the wind, why even look for a boyfriend?
Sorry, sorry *cough, cough* What I meant to say was, what's the point of trying impress somebody when you don't even feel like you're not worth their time. Having a best friend that can snatch a man up at any point in time that's also a bit too smart for her own good. Then a mother that can't stand you when she's drunk and then acts like she's been kind and respectful all her life while she's sober? Yeah... No. For me I'd rather just sit down with a glass of chocolate milk and watch my favorite movie without having to deal with all these boy problems.
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