Dear true teeny boppers,
Like my fellow blogger, Taylor and I started out as friends. I jammed out to “you belong with me” and felt like she was in my head with the “story of us.” I loved “love story” and wanted to be “fearless.” I often thought, where was Taylor when I was in high school? She could have gotten me through so much.
Then I thought back to my teenage years and remembered who got me through those days:
Avril Lavigne
Rather than just singing hopeful songs of a hypothetical prince charming and ballads of a broken heart, Avril kicked boys out of her bed. She called guys out for being too complicated and girls for being too shallow. She dumped guys who picked drugs over her and those who pushed her too far. Taylor will be there for you when you need to wallow in self misery, but Avril will reach out her hand and pull you back up. Taylor will still be in her best dress in the rain. Or in the snow in shorts. There’s no such thing as winter shorts. Pink is a good color, as long as it’s accompanied by black.
I think back to all my time with Taylor and think what the hell?
Next time I look for prince charming, I’ll remember his mode of transportation is a skateboard.
I don’t want to go back to december. That month sucked.
TGO13
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