Today is my birthday... quinze!!!!! Not quatorze, quinze!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I'm a fifteen year old hopelessly in love with a seventeen or eighteen year old. Isn't that pathetic?
But he treats me so well! He treats like a woman should be treated.... with respect. He would be a perfect Prince Charming if he would just look up and realize that Cinderella has entered the room.
But, no, we're complete opposites. It isn't possible. It won't happen.
Oh, but I can dream...
I'll just keep swimming down, down, down. There's no point in trying to reach dry ground, I'm drowned.
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