You are not boring or vain or simple or mean. You're colorful, complex and have beauty that's all your own. And for the record, you are infinitely nicer than they give you credit for.
I mess up a lot. I'm a cynical, bitter teenage girl who wants to give up on the world, but just can't seem too. Maybe I do believe in fate. Maybe love does exist. I guess we'll just have to find out for ourselves, won't we?
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