A little birdie told me that happy things come when you least expect them. So here's what I'll do.I'll swear off boys.
(and chocolate.)
(and chocolate.)
Why? Because I can. If I want happiness with boys, I must stop thinking about them. And the pact with myself starts now. No more boys, no more chocolate, workout when I feel myself slipping. This will work.
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