if i could describe myself, it would be in the form of musical notes.
i am peter pan.
i will never grow up.
so today I’m casually strolling into the living room.
and there’s the boyfriend, on his ipad, reading my latest story on my other blog. just sitting there like no big deal. i know he likes all my posts on my other blog but I didn’t know he read them.
and he asked questions. ;;
so yes he reads my johnlock stories and still loves me. ;;
HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY?
also i wrote some really sad stuff today.
i got a lot of “holy shit i’m crying” responses.
awidhweuifhsuervgdfrb.
i don’t know i’m just ready for semester to be done with because i am tired and sleepy and there just isn’t enough anymore for me and sometimes i wish i had more sleep but NOPE.
also i want some ice cream.
….
yes.
CARPAL TUNNEL BACK OFF.
I am so tired oh my god.
I need a break. Badly.
I think surfing in the morning, too. Fcxctyvyyuvyubbu.
TIRED.
okay i have a lot of homework due by sunday
and i’m all like, what’s the surf report for the weekend?
priorities.