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The first time my mother watched Titanic, she cried. Though, who could blame her when Jack would condemn himself to hypothermia and my father couldn't even call her once a month. 
The first time I watched 16 candles, I knew I had to find my Jake Ryan. Who could blame me? When Jake took the girl who stands in the corner at school dances, the girl who keeps her head down to make sure no ones listening, the girl who's screaming at her teacher I know the answer! but says nothing, and lifts her from the depths of her unpopularity and brings her to bliss. But, no one told me what you would actually be like. 
No one told me that you, you would be like stars in the ocean, and that my life would be so constantly surrounded by blackness and you would be like the light at the end of the tunnel. No one told me that loving you would be like jumping off a cliff, where it feels good to fall and then hurts so bad to land. 
No one told me that I was a joke, and you sit there on your throne of lies and popularity and I was the jester at the bottom of your feet. 
And while Molly Ringwald gets a cake and her Jake Ryan, I have a broken heart and a minor addiction.

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