This is how it feels when there is a party in my apartment but I have to wake up at 6:30 the next morning.
This is how I feel when that perfect couple that everyone was cheering for breaks up.
This is how I feel working out anytime there are boys near.
This is how I feel trying to have self-control when my friends want to go out to eat.
This is how it feels when guys come into our apartment, eat some food, and leave.
This is what it feels like opening the mailbox and there's a letter for me.
This is how I feel trying to comfort friends having a hard time.







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