One person once said to me; "On a scale from one to ten, you would be a seven."
Another said; "Who the fuck it this fugly bitch?"
Feel free to form your own opinions :)
It used to seem so simple when I was a little kid. Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, they go out and fall in love and… and on and on and on. God, why can’t it be that simple?
Why are there always so many complications, so many tiny details that can make a whole plan crumble away?
