Hello this night has turned into a pretty shitty night of me just being in my feelings. Sweet.
Lol at being ignored at two different parties. Don’t worry yall, I’m having fun.
Love having someone that fucked me up so bad that everything falls back to that. I also love that I don’t know why he fucked me up so badly.
It really sucks having panic attacks. It sucks even more having one in the middle of a football game. Also having a friend that doesn’t understand it.
And we just finished watched the Emperors New Groove. So I think it’s meant to be.
It’s 4am and me and the guy I like are watching Robin Hood. Is this true love or not?