Sure, I have morals, I swear.
Maybe if I tell myself that enough, I'll start to believe it.
Sure, he might break up with his girlfriend.
But of that, I choose to remain skeptical.
This sucks.
On the bright side, I'm writing this while lying in the inflatable boat that resides in my dorm room. How many people can say that? I'll tell you: not many. That's what will get me through this. Every time I see them together, I'll think to myself, "Well, she might have him but I have a boat".
Is it bad that as soon as I wrote that I decided that the next time I make out with him I want it to be in the boat?
There will be no next time there will be no next time there will be no next time there will be no next time there will be no next time.
Maybe if I tell myself that enough, I'll start to believe it.
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