Newspaper is going to kill me I sware.
To you: I know you love me and want to protect me, but I need to start making my own mistakes.
and to you: I feel us slipping, we're growing apart already. And that's just not fair. I won't let it happen, so cut it out.
To cheer myself from this morbid mood I laughed at this picture today
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The dorkiest picture I could find )
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