I found this a few days ago and I wonder:

"Why is this so fucking familiar to me?"

Girls

are like apples 

on trees. The best ones

are at the top of the tree.

the boys don't want to reach

for the good ones because they 

are afraid of falling and getting hurt.

Instead, the get the rotten apples

from the ground that aren't as good,

but easy. So the apples up top think

something is wrong with them when 

in a reality they're amazing. They just

have to wait the right boy to 

come along, the one who's

brave enough to 

climb all

the way 

to the top.