What does love mean? For some it means that very special important person, for others it means that prince that will someday just sweep you off your feet and take you away to that happily ever after you’ve dreamed about. For me it means nothing, because for all my life every guy I have ever confessed to rejects the littlest flaw I have. For example, the last guy I confessed to he rejected me just because I don’t know that much about football. I mean come on that doesn’t mean I’m any less suitable to be a good girlfriend, but the absolute worse part of all is that I’m in my third year of college and I haven’t even had my first kiss, yet even held hands with a boy.
I sighed. “Well that journal entry is done for today.” I said to myself while getting up to get some juice. Is it bad that my parents agreed for me to live all alone in an apartment inhabited by rodents and pests? I thought to myself while opening the refrigerator door. My apartment is so old that no one but the landlady has lived here for years.
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