From the start, I wanted to go to England because I wanted a boy. I want one of those boys, you know? Yeah, that boy. He doesn't have to be perfect, I wouldn't an him to be perfect anyway, cause I'm not either. But I just want one of those boys, he'll make me happy, make me smile, listen to me, he'll be imperfect of course, but perfect for me. I guess how I'm feeling is all a part of growing up, I mean there's so much to growing up. There's lots of good, but plenty of bad as well. Like, some good would be of course the boys, and of course how they mature, and how everyone is just growing. Bad is having to let go, having to let go of everything that once was. Obviously, there's more to it than what I'm saying, but I'm not really in-the-zone now to tell you everything, or anything. Oh, another bad of growing up is that some people draw apart and can still be best friends, but it just isn't the same. Some stuff is also you lose people that you always thought were gonna be there for you. Growing up, there's nothing to it, except there's everything to it.
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love like there's no tomorrow
