Last night, I sat on the floor in the library, listening to a really sad Taylor Swift song, sniffling back tears (grades! boys! the world!) as I typed loudly on my laptop. I’m pretty sure this was a variation of my life when I was 16.
I think Paris will be good for me because I need to learn to be a functioning adult again.
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