Hey Stephanie, it's Stephanie, hang in there. I love you, bye.
Summer thinking, made me so sad.
Summer thinking, really is bad.
^Only I can make Grease the worst.
People are probably wondering why I don't have a job and the only way I can explain it is I need to go curl up in a ball for the next 4 hours and I am incapable of doing anything else.
And why can't I just be happy. This is the tip of the iceberg. I don't care about anything else. Back into hiding.
Just a girl that's still unequipped for the real world, but working on it; one blog post at a time.
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