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I'm a systematically disappointing spin-off of the best friend you'll ever have and the worst enemy you'll ever make. I hate the third month of the year, I love Betty White, I fear old age, I'm a decent writer, an okay pianist, a terrible jack-in-the-box of puns and tear jerking one liners, and I can't dance.
I make every error of human reasoning, I don't break promises, I'm not a solipsist, I can't waste time, I'm a hypocrite, & a flirtatious cornucopia of cliche causes and ironic effects. My heart and my head are the same like in shrimp, and I'm begging just begging to get my heart broken by the next Byronic hero that walks by.
Give me a polar bear, and I'll give you my soul-which is nothing but a blissful reminder of why you miss childhood, and a spinning vortex of stinging insecurities and paralyzing self-doubt.
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Sometimes I want to drop out of school and live with my boyfriend and work all day and cuddle all night and all morning. Maybe we’ll get a cute cat and he’ll make me spaghetti when I have a headache. He’s the only thing that makes me happy and school is the only thing that makes me sad.
Other times I think “Who would want to commit to living with their significant other?”
Then I either start eating or thinking of creative ways to kill myself.
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