There was a point, several years ago, after a series of brief, failed attempts at friendships and relationships that I entered my mid twenties feeling as though I was the only person on Earth with any sanity. My driving was the best, my choice in music peerless, my wardrobe everything it should be, as well as every other decision I would make in the timespan of a day. I broke up with someone because he ate all of my food and lived in a dorm. I stopped hanging out with people who shopped at Old Navy and carefully scrutinized everything about everyone. I was a judgey judger. In a way, Lily Allen has this same problem. Her first album was a thought provoking...
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