so i'm pretty sure we've all asked the question : "what is wrong with me?" in the midst of our relationship troubles.
usually, everyone is reassuring and says: "nothing!" "it takes time" or some equivalent BS.
what happens on the day when someone answers you?
you feel weird, that's what happens. its unbelievably odd to actually receive an answer, and know that they are right.
so you can have some kind of idea who you're dealing with.
yours truly.
- vogue la reina.
- My name is Vogue, but my last name isn't actually La Reina. You can call me that though. I'm in school. I breathe dance. I'm awkward. As I aptly wrote once, I'm a 21, black, female, and "struggling to find my blogger identity as an American mono-and-a-half-lingual who loves pop culture and anthropology". So that explains the bad Spanish I constantly use, and also me trying to peddle you a DNA test. Oh, forget I said that.
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