i spend my life trying to get people to like me and think they love me and know me for who i am and just when i think it's all good it becomes a lie and i suffer because guys are stupid why can't they come to some other conclusion after spending 16 dollars on a movie 15 dollars on dinner and a whole night trying to win me over why can't things be better why is sex such a bitch
Reason for writing:
popcorn, spaghetti, and meat balls
Birth sign: Aquarius
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