i am not sure whether this is case of the grass being greener on the other side, but i always seem to pick the wrong places at the wrong time. i'm the oldest 18 year old i know, and i all i want to do is lay in his arms, watching tv and eating ben and jerry's. i'm sick of these relationships which end nowhere, based on problems with physical proximity, those with a clear time bomb. and i would love to pack everyone i have met in the last five months in a little suitcase and take you all back with me.
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