A Guy…

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.

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