I would like to take a moment to apologize for my previous post. I have always had trouble remembering that I am not as good a writer as I might think. And no this is not me bashing on myself in hopes you might praise me. I have never been one to waste good bait fishing for compliments. Now that that’s settled, let us move on.
The Universe never told me I was going to end up with a broken heart at nineteen. And trust me, if it had I probably would have laughed in its face and asked for something a little more cliche. Because let’s be honest, teenage girls everywhere have cried after finding out that this thing we call “love” just isn’t in the cards for us. Reader, I hope you haven’t already given up on this post because I promise it’ll get better. This isn’t going…
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