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I really should become a hobo...it would be easier.
Then, the girls that I fall for would reject me on my own flaws rather than somehow magically growing boyfriends out of their heads the instant I realize I like them.
It has happened 6 times now. I could name the names, but there's no point. Let it suffice to say that my romantic life has no direction whatsoever...and I wonder if the rest does.
Maybe I'm already a hobo, and just don't know it yet.
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