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- me: *wants boyfriend so bad would literally amputate limbs for boy to make eye contact*
- me: *is miserable for never having a boy*
- me: *wallows in a pit of self-loathing and insecurity due to boylessness*
- me: *cries endlessly because no boys*
- me: *no boys*
- me: *finally gets a boy*
- me: *becomes uninterested*
- me: *searches for nonexistent flaws in perfect boy*
- me: *wants nothing to do with him*
- me: *pushes boy out of life forcefully*
- me: *repeats*
I wonder if the young girls playing on the trampoline next door know that
- I can see them
- I can hear them singing You Can’t Stop The Beat from Hairspray
- they are really bad singers and
- I can probably get a YouTube-worthy video of them from my current position
gUYS I PUT ON MY COUSINS HOCKEY MASK AND STOOD AT THE WINDOW AND YELLED “STOP YOUR INFERNAL SINGSONG I’M TRYING TO MURDER HERE” AND THEY SCREAMED AND TRIED TO RUN AWAY AND ONE FELL OVER AND STARTED CRYING
