Fucking hopeless
I'd love to pretend I'm not going to Sydney hoping to see one particular person but I really, really am. Of course I'm looking forward to seeing Skarlett, given I have a picture of her on my wall, but really I want to see the jerk who has gotten under my skin. Ugh. After two years I thought i was safe from this but evidently not...
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