Things were perfect for one day, but now I'm back in hell again.
To tell you the truth, everything feels forced now. Does anyone care enough to try to take the time to make me happy? That previous sentence makes me sound like a selfish bitch...
The Notebook. Summer love is like a shooting star, kind of like what HC was to me. Almost. In some ways. Hm... It's not fun faking happiness every day.
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