Yes.
I’m a girl.
I push doors that clearly say PULL. I laugh harder when I try to explain why I’m laughing. I walk in a room and forget why I was there. I count on my fingers in Math class. I try to accomplish things with time still on the microwave. I wish for love every 11:11. I lie sometimes to hide the pain. I say it’s a long story when it’s really not. I fall in love too fast. I automatically turn to a ninja when someone touches my phone. I destroy a perfectly good flower just to let me know if he loves me or loves me not. All I want is to kiss you in the rain.
-YES-I’M-A-GIRL-
But that’s more than it seems.
The shit you know about me might be true. But then again, it
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