Hot chocolate with the girls on my floor. Cool. ish.
They're nice- but I can't help but feel like something isn't quite clicking.
I don't squeal-giggle. (laugh-giggles are different.)
I haven't made out with countless boys.
I don't care if "Sally" kissed "Jim", while she was dating "Bob". (I don't know them anyway.)
If I like a guy- It'll last for more than two weeks.
I don't giggle over how "Marge's" hair looked.
I cry during stupid parts in movies.
The last time I held someone's hand- I meant it.
I'd rather color than go man hunting.
Maybe I'm weird.
Whatever.
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