Oh god.
You didn't.
You did?
Oh, self.
Please don't tell me you have a crush on an 8th grade guy. Please.
Oh, fuck. You do. Fuck your life. Seriously, this is bad.
But he's so PRETTY!
SHUT THE FUCK UP SELF. I MEAN IT.
And this is where I tell the voices in my head to shut the fuck up. I hate it how every little imperfect thing, every little tragedy in my
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