There’s a guy.
Hah. Isn’t that the start of literally every young adult novel?
So, a guy.
He’d never like me. And he is way to young for me. Too smart for me. Has been on more dates than I could ever dream up going on. He dates thin girls, that are always happy.
I am not thin. I am not happy. I don’t fit in.
And yet the gods of the universe decide to make me like him right before I move to college.
I never said the universe was kind.
And he just sent me a picture of him holding a baby. And the universe is laughing at me.
Appreciate my pain.
And happy 4th of July and stuff.