It's cool to fake romances.

In the end, you're right. No matter how much you want to be wrong or how much other people want you to be wrong. You're right. You've always been right. And maybe that's because you got a 3 on the AP Psychology test or maybe it's because you've been conditioned to expect things to be that way since you were a baby. But in the end, none of it really matters anyways, because creepsters will still be creepsters no matter how much you justify it in your head. And flaksters will still be flaksters no matter how much promise they stuff into their plans. And words will still be words no matter how much heart a person tries to give them.

But, caring is creepy anyways.