Boys are like purses. You're always gonna have that one boy that you're always comfortable with and you know you'll always kind of like. That's your purse that you wear everywhere. Then you have that gorgeous bag that you want everyone to see you with but the gorgeous bag is usually an asshole or costs a lot of money. Then you have those other purses that you really like but you really don't want to be seen with.
That used to be true for me. Now, I don't know. I really don't have any purses right now. I mean, there is this one purse that I really wanna have and it's kind of mine but I'm not really really sure if it's mine and I wanna be sure now that it's really mine but things are complicated and I'm afraid it won't be mine forever so if it's not really mine I hope it will be taken away from me soon so I won't get used to it to the point that I can't live without it. Whew! Got it? Ugh, I hate purses...they are complicated! (See, that's two "complicated"s in one paragraph.)
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