I wish life were like the ocean. Yes, the waves will push you in every direction and your feet will blemish the sand but in real life the tide isn't going to wash all of your crazyness away...
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I wish I could be myself around hot guys. I always tell myself to be cool. He's just another dude, after all. But when wave after wave of handsome calm, cool and collected push you and turn you around. What the
fuck are you supposed to do? You get one night. One night to make an impression. I sure did make an impression all right but I'm not sure if it was quite the impression I wanted to convey. I just sat around all night asking myself where the cool, confident Alex went because all I see is a girl word-vomiting all over an Abercrombie model.