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Control?
Ugh.
Potential?
Gross.
Love?
I'm confused.
Dear Ms. Lowery,
I'm writing to inform you that you need not think. just stop, don't do it.
Stop comparing yourself to the rest.
You're great.
Comical.
Visually appealing- in the right lights.
Socially awkward in the best way possible
and your jeans, well aren't they something?

Jenna, Stop it.
You don't get it yet, but you just may mean the world to someone out there.