Right now, I'm in April. March is over; I know because my skin is slowly breaking out less. Bye-bye awkward teenage years, hello awkward dwindling rest-of-my-life!
Speaking awkward teens, is there a girl anywhere in the world who hasn't listened to Abba's Dancing Queen and imagined it was talking about her and that she was beautiful and the belle of the ball? I certainly hope someone's getting something out of that song, because it annoys the fuck out of me.
It helps to click the "post" button.