I don't remember much about 15. It's the age when I wore bright turquoise, ruffled parachute pants to school and some girls cornered me to say "Your pants suck!" I responded without thinking "Well, at least my mouth doesn't!" - implying they were sluts. Whoops. Not a smart thing to do. I hid in the library every lunch and free period for my entire secondary education but this made it worse. I also tried pretending that I liked funk music (Herbie Hancock), and Michael Jackson music. I didn't really like either one.
Were you happier today, or this time last year?
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And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.