Dear Boys in General,
Last time, I was sick of you guys. Now I'm just sick.
You make me smile. You can keep doing that for as long as you want:)
Please go away. It's not that there's anything wrong with you, it's just...you're...you.
My dearest Spaniard,
You're getting replaced...how many times do I have to tell you to move here already?
You're cute. In, like, the sweet little kid kind of way. Which is definitely still a compliment!
Dear Cool Guy,
I'm not that young! At least you're trying to make up for somehow never noticing me before.
Not a Frosh