dear (k)you,
oh God. i am so drunk.
my mom's friends thought it funny to get me drunk.
good thing i am at home.
but jeez
why do i keep thinking about him?
fucking foreigner.
all i can say to him is this:
"i dare you to let me be, your one and only. i promise i'm worthy to hold in your arms. so come on and give me a chance to prove that i am the one who can walk the mile until the end starts."
God why can't he just like me?
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