I. Want. To. Fucking. Leave.
When a friend flakes on plans for her boyfriend
I miss how personal my blog use to be.
I fucking love freshman.
They’re always lurkin trying to get your number and they’re all shy and so blissfully unaware. They also always try wayyy too hard.
It just makes me laugh so much.
Do you want to know what my problem is? I like you. I like your name, I like your smile, I like the way I can be having the worst day of my life and just talking to you completely changes my mood. That's my problem.
Well…this WAS a problem.
All 43 of my followers make me happy.
Even if some of them are inactive accounts. XD