I'm SO done.
This is the third time since I've been at college.
Why does this keep happening to me?!
I blame myself.
Cryptic cryptic bla bla bla.
Life Lessons of Emily's Freshman Year of College:
-Trendy boys mean nothing. They can be jerks, nerds, weirdos, tools, just like any other boy. Nice clothing, by NO means, guarantees nice personality.
-Someone can like the same music and movies as you and be completely incompatible with you at the same time.
-Don't kiss boys you only sort of like. It ends badly EVERY TIME.
Whatere. Sometimes it's hard to be optimistic. Sometimes i feel like that's okay...