In 2O1O,

beauty is eyeliner and hair straighteners, mascara and hair gel.

In 2010, you are pretty if you have a Northface, HCo skinnies, & a

pair of Uggs. In 2010, you pay 24.99 for a t-shirt, just cause

it comes for an over-perfumed, dimly-lit store that playes music that

gives you a migraine. In 2010, we are afraid to text him first, cause

that would be "clingy." In 2010, we create all these silly excuses for

ourselves. In 2010, we sit at home crying over a guy that doesn't care.

In 2010, we hate, we lie, we backstab, we decieve, and we

fight for all the wrong things. In 2010, we lie to our old friends to

impress our new ones. In 2010, we think twice and said "Why?"

But you know what? Let's change all that. Let's try this all over again,

In 2O11.