“This is what makes us girls, We all look for heaven and we put our love first, Somethin’ that we’d die for, it’s our curse, Don’t cry about it, don’t cry about it, This is what makes us girls, We all stick together cause we put our love first, Don’t cry about him, don’t cry about him, It’s all gonna happen”-
I thought something was wrong with me because I want to be single. Not that I’m opposed to dating, but for the first time in my life I want everything to be all about me. I’m at a peculiar crossroad where I don’t care about anyone’s experiences, thoughts, opinions, cares, concerns: especially if your idea of courting is to dump all your worries on my shoulders to cushion and clarify. I don’t really care about your life.
And as contrary to my character as this may sound, for the…
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