My life is like a teeny-bopper quiz in "Seventeen" magazine.
Predictable outcomes based off of A's, B's and C's placed in a certain combination
The combination yields outcomes that are, well, predictable.
An extreme of too much, then of too little, then a happy medium that every girl should desire to float in.
And I am forever doomed to float in that happy medium, being utterly predictable and utterly boring.
I hate my life.