I Hooked Up With My Crush. A Year Later We Went On Our First Date.
This boy here, or everything I thought was special about him, was simply a fantasy I’d created, a fantasy that was made believable only because I knew nothing about him.
This boy here, or everything I thought was special about him, was simply a fantasy I’d created, a fantasy that was made believable only because I knew nothing about him.
Internet people don’t like to put our pants on.
Today when you wake up, you just feel like shit. You look into a mirror and you see all the things that should not be there. Everything seems wrong. Everyone seems to be out to get you.
The older you get, the less shit you give, the more confident you become.
People constantly ask you where have you been and they can’t seem to believe it when you tell them you haven’t been out for months.
V-day is coming. Either you totally forgot about it or you remember but have absolutely no idea what to do because your head is cloudy with fifty shades of grey.
We must meet up soon. Let’s hang out next week. OMG, we should go to that together. Aaaaaaaand, right, it never happens.
When it comes to love, you don’t have to try. Yes, you should try to be kind, polite, considerate, to be a better person, like you always should anyway, but you don’t have to try to be someone you essentially are not.
You’re not alone. Everyone knows it’s a battlefield out there.
If you are curious, I could tell you about that winter when I fell in love.