I’m somewhat convinced that I’m crazy/irrational/delusional. Not crazy in a scary, I need to be committed way, but in a funny/irritating coo-coo for coco puffs, off my rocker kind of way. I literally typed into Google (who knows everything, btw) “Why are girls crazy?” and was surprised to find an blog post that basically says girls are bananas until they turn 26. Thank the good lord that I turn 26 this year because I am about ready to cut off communication with myself. I have no idea how I still have friends that listen to my nonsense and somehow manage to act like they still love me. But it’s nice to know I’m not alone…here's the proof!
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