I had a dream about Joe Jonas the other night. We were crushing on each other and I woke up swooning over him. What is wrong with me? In my dream, he was madly in love with me and dedicated a special song just for me while he was on stage. While this may be reminiscent of my (now foolish) high school daydreams where I would imagine I'm the girlfriend of a rock star and envied by my peers, I must admit that I haven't felt that kilig while dreaming in ages. So now, I find myself constantly Googling the guy and am consequently hating on Demi Lovato, Taylor Swift, and Camila Belle. Move over, bitches. Joe Jonas is mine (until the memory of my tween dream fades into non-existence or until I dream about hotter guys). Ah, must nice to be a tween again.
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