So here I am, wallowing in my own depressing bubble of “when will I ever fall in love with that guy who looks and acts just like that protagonist starring in that Hollywood ‘romcom’ movie?”. The answer looks to be: never. Sure, you could say I’m being too harsh, but you could also say I’m being realistic, and the stupid people amongst you (yes, you reading this) will probably think I’m simply an attention seeking, 18 year old walking fake designer handbag of hormones. To those people, I will say: screw you. I don’t even know you, so shove off you prejudice poops.