I’m pretty sure I’ve been time-traveled back to fifth grade.
I’ve got my best friend, texting this boy, to see who he likes. And if that person happens to be me. Which, it does. And then I got another friend, messaging this boy on Facebook. And I’ve got myself, awkwardly talking to my two friends, but not the boy in question.
Oh, high school; why art thou so cruel?
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