Isn't it ironic

I hate floozies/sluts, then my best friend/my closest cousin are total sluts.

I don't make enough money, but then my taste is so damn high maintenance.

I love New York City, simply can't find my way there no matter how hard I try.

The school I tried so hard to get into, screwed me over so royally and I ended up hating it more than anything else.

I hated high school, and now turns out it was the best years of my life, so far.

Oh life.