Fuck man. This is the worst feeling. Just don’t leave again. I need my best friend. Please, don’t make promises you can’t keep. I’m expecting the worse because broken promises are your specialty.
Trust yourself. Love yourself. Believe in yourself. You can’t forget to be yourself, because when everyone else gets sick of your obnoxious antics, you’ll be by yourself.
For the obnoxious amount of nail art posts. I’m done now.
“What are you doing?” “Reading.” “Wanna put that book down & come with me?” “Uh no.”
Oh, how I love you. Quit ya bitchin’.