I like to dream. I pretend to expect the worst and hope for the best, but I think deep down I'm an optimist, because bad outcomes are oh so crushing to me. I wish I were a guy so I could be in the mafia and smoke cigars and be respectably obese. I wish I had purple eyes, but I'd settle for green I don't believe in true love except when I'm in love, and then nothing else in the world matters. Oh, and I've been told that I'm fickle, but I don't think so. Or maybe I do.
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