In 2O1O,
beauty is eyeliner and hair straighteners, mascara and hair gel.
In 2010, you are pretty if you have a Northface, HCo skinnies, & a
pair of Uggs. In 2010, you pay 24.99 for a t-shirt, just cause
it comes for an over-perfumed, dimly-lit store that playes music that
gives you a migraine. In 2010, we are afraid to text him first, cause
that would be "clingy." In 2010, we create all these silly excuses for
ourselves. In 2010, we sit at home crying over a guy that doesn't care.
In 2010, we hate, we lie, we backstab, we decieve, and we
fight for all the wrong things. In 2010, we lie to our old friends to
impress our new ones. In 2010, we think twice and said "Why?"
But you know what? Let's change all that. Let's try this all over again,
In 2O11.