I just don't think I'll ever get over you:

I think I have an aversion to letting myself be happy. You could make me feel pretty and I could make you dinner. A fair trade! We could be okay if we allowed it. I've figured out that I'm quite a simple person. I just have high standards for things that don't matter and low standards for those things that could make a difference. I have a feeling I'd like a boy who thought sweet things and said them to me because they are true and he knew I need to hear them. I want chicken strips and fries.