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We got in line and filled our trays with pizza, and I decided to grab a salad because pizza and salad cancelled each other out.
Stupid senior year messing with my masturbation.
Google had never failed me before.
Because if this is the thing that makes them love you differently, then that love wasn’t that strong anyway.
I’d had enough, and it wasn’t just about her. I was tired of not being able to be myself.
They were all dealing with their own shit and insecurities and thoughts. One good thing about teenagers; we were so absorbed with our own issues
Shit, girls were difficult. Worth it, but difficult.