THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
Somebody stuck a sign on my forehead that says "LOOK AT ME" on my forehead, and I can't see it.
I was walking my dog (don't ask) around where I always do, and I swear. Do I have some sort of strange appendage sprouting out of my side?
Every car that passed me.
You could just see heads swivel.
And then I was walking past this group of kids about my age sitting in their front lawn.
And THEY all stared at me. (They, however, were a little more subtle- they only stared when they thought I couldn't see)
And school.
Weird conversation of the century:
Some girl in my algebra class: "You cut your hair."
Me: "No."
"You straightened it."
"No."
"You DYED it?"
"No..."
"OH. You're wearing down!"
"Uh-huh"
"Ohmigawd, Lizz. You, like, look hot like that."
"....Uh...."
"No really. I mean, you look really hot!"
"Thank...You...?"
Similar conversations ALL DAY LONG.
Why? I do not know.
And so now I had like four spoonfuls of frosting because, as we all know, frosting is the answer to all your problems.
It's true.
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