So i'm really starting to think that all of those songs about how great single life is are made purely for the highly attractive rich people in society...
so anyone want to read a short story based almost entirely in fact?? Be prepared to read what i've been thinking/going through these past couple days post-breakup.
soooo i'm single. was really sad about it. now i'm fine about it and want to go out and party. Got over my hump. w00t! His loss. and now i can picture myself with other people. I'm excited. Might go visit carly at isu and party it up like an actual college kid when she goes back to school. might check out some other places too. i'm kinda excited
You can’t hide what you’re doing. You aren't that good. She sees what it is. She resents you for it. He sees what it is. He’s doesn’t respect you for it. I see what it is. I don’t like you for it. Stop it.