Dearest Gina. You are lovely - but I really don't want you giving me relationship advice. Unless I ask for it. Which I'm not doing at the moment.
You've been single for no more than six months for the past eight years - and you want to tell me what's right? You don't know what it's like. I'm being dramatic - but you don't know what it's like. Everything has always just fallen into place with you. With Tori, with Theresa, and with Ryan.
For whatever reason, that's not how my life works. In any way, shape, or form.
And then Claire (Young) hops on Facebook and goes "HEY ARE YOU DATING THAT GIRL YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT IN BIO? LOOK I'M TOTALLY OKAY WITH YOU BEING GAY SO I'M GOING TO ASK QUESTIONS ABOUT IT :D :D :D" and then there's the awkward "...no."
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