It's been a month. Because I promised to write something happier and less cynical than usual. And that's been a daunting task. Because as it turns out, life is hard. Always. When you're a sophomore girl at BYU. And you decide to make one long run-on sentence into twelve fragments. Because you're allowed to do that to add flair to your writing. I think it shows voice. Or that you're a non-conforming Indie kid. Or are related to one. That last one would be me. Anyways, we're moving on to full sentences for a little bit. I almost started this sentence with "because," but then I remembered my promise from 5 seconds ago, so don't worry; it's a real sentence. So life at BYU is still good (adj: satisfactory in quality, quantity, or degree), but it is also still hard. Here are some reasons why life is hard for most sophomore girls at BYU, though some are specific to me. You'll know which ones. All of your guy friends have abandoned you for two ye...
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