"This is the story of a girl

Who cried a river and drowned the whole world.

And while she looks so sad in photographs

I absolutely love her

When she smiles."

Story of a Girl—Three Doors Down ( watch?v=16I43oHV5YI)

Chapter 1

Life has never been so boring. I used to believe that a perfect prince looking like Leonardo Dicaprio or Tom Cruise with the personality of an angelic rebel would come swoop me off my feet. But having grown up, I realize that no boys even closely matched even half of my standards.

I'm seventeen years old and I've only had two and a half boyfriends. I scared away my first by typing an email madly and passionately accusing him of cheating on me when I saw a girl commenting on his xanga. The next "half" boyfriend was actually a Brazilian hottie who stole my first—and only—kiss. The other real boyfriend I truly liked, but high school passion is short lasting.

So I'm back to square one. I haven't liked a guy for over two years and no guys have ever confessed to me his feelings within that span of time. My self-esteem was taking a huge dive, taking along with it my belief that a perfect guy would rescue me from all this mess. I no longer felt pretty or witty. In fact I felt like an ugly old dope who's entirely engrossed in self pity. Sure, I had friends, but it's sickening to watch them so happily settled in a relationship.

My current philosophy on boys is that they're all shallow bastards who doesn't deserve any attention from me.

And that's when I met Don.