Yes, I’m a girl. I push doors when they clearly say pull. I laugh harder when i’m trying to explain why i’m laughing. I walk into a room and forget why I was there. I count on my fingers in math class. I try to accomplish things with time still on microwave. I wish for love every 11:11. I lie sometimes to hide the pain. I say it’s a long story when it’s really not. I fall in love too hard too fast and all I want is to kiss you in the rain. Yes I’M-A-GIRL but that’s more than it seems.