Christmas came early for me!
I should’ve been keeping track of how much time I’ve spent smoking and crying on my front porch over boys since January.
I’m writing a paper. All I want is to be little spoon, and have my butt touched.
Wow I’m a jealous person…
Send hot chocolate.
Oh it’s cold!
Saturday night in bed with my buddy. I’m having heart palpitations and just want a hug.
I’ll never be somebody’s sweetheart.
Feeling sick to my stomach. I hate this city. Everyone is terrible. I want to leave.