The Trials and Tribulations of an aspiring author trying to give birth to a work of art while trying to maintain a healthy and sane lifestyle. Feel free to laugh at the hilarity that is my life.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Sometimes I hate boys
You know, just once, I'd like someone else to carry the conversation.
Just once, I'd like to be the one who's asked questions.
Just once, I'd like to feel wanted.
But I can't say any of these things. He just gets "tired of hearing it."
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