Always, at least 20 feet ahead.

At the ripe, old age of 20, I am having a hard time deciding if I would rather:

A) Sit in my room alone. Toil over the things I want to do, but can't. Be depressed. Be cold. Be warm.

B) Be with a girl that I don't love. Kiss her and hug her. Feel affection.

At the ripe, old age of 20, I am going to choose letter "A."

I think that there will only be one girl that I will ever be in love with, and I feel absolutley horrible laying there in her bed, pretending I am laying next to someone else.

The end.

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