'Carrie' by Stephen King is a good read.
Remember how I said I didn't want to be one of those people that are glued to the hip with their so-called special other? Cause they were so ordinary and unrealistic for not thinking of anything else but right-here&right-now? For being optimistic about everything that could happen instead of being pessimistic about what wouldn't happen? & for being so confoundedly cliche like how it happens in movies? I lied. I want a cliche. I don't want to flinch everytime I see people holding hands and what-not. Not that I'm green with envy (although maybe just a bit.), but just to have it implanted into my head that MAYBE it's not so bad is enough.
Remember how I said I didn't want to be one of those people that are glued to the hip with their so-called special other? Cause they were so ordinary and unrealistic for not thinking of anything else but right-here&right-now? For being optimistic about everything that could happen instead of being pessimistic about what wouldn't happen? & for being so confoundedly cliche like how it happens in movies? I lied. I want a cliche. I don't want to flinch everytime I see people holding hands and what-not. Not that I'm green with envy (although maybe just a bit.), but just to have it implanted into my head that MAYBE it's not so bad is enough. 
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