Going away to Princeton and Philadelphia last week was exactly what I needed. I think Yale makes me feel like overchewed gum, but when I entered new social groups, met new people, they made me feel fresh out of the wrapper
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I rock out best in a designer outfit, mp3 player, a certain booty bounce in my step, and a cigarette plucked dramatically from my nicotine-sucking lips.
What do you do when the person whom you love and want to spend the rest of your life with is also the one person whom you fear most? Maybe I just need someone to remind me why I am so committed to this. Or prove me wrong.