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my uterus hates me, it's official.
one more semester and i graduate, i cannot wait.
i'm about seventy four percent sure that it's love, and it's only low because i don't want to admit it, not yet, but it's true, so true.
i wish it was seventy five degrees out and i was wearing a pretty dress and laying in the grass at central park having a picnic with my best friend and my favorite boy ... and another boy who would make a perfect non-boyfriend for said best friend, basically, a double date, city style.
one more semester and i graduate, i cannot wait.
i'm about seventy four percent sure that it's love, and it's only low because i don't want to admit it, not yet, but it's true, so true.
i wish it was seventy five degrees out and i was wearing a pretty dress and laying in the grass at central park having a picnic with my best friend and my favorite boy ... and another boy who would make a perfect non-boyfriend for said best friend, basically, a double date, city style.