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I want to sit at an outdoor cafe, at one of those lacy wrought iron tables, and wear a beret and a miniskirt, and maybe my burgundy sweater that matches the beret, and oooooh! a pair of those kinda loose-fitting, over-the-knee suede boots. And I'd sit at the table in my beret, surrounded by a bunch of smart people drinking expensive foreign coffees and talking about Nietzsche and Emily Dickinson, and I'd be the stupid one, but I'd feel my brain expanding just by sitting there listening to them. (ღ˘ᴗ˘ღ)

Only this is real life and I don't own a beret, and I can't afford to eat in outdoor cafes, and I don't have any friends, especially not smart ones. </weep> (♯ᴖ.ლ)