i hate boys

Okay, not really. I actually like them a lot. I just hate when they get stuck in my head. I can’t stop thinking about this one in particular and I hope that he’s thinking about me, but I’m pretty sure he isn’t (because they never are).

Anyway, lots more to say, but I’m exhausted and I want to get up early-ish tomorrow.

bueller?... bueller?... bueller?

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