Is that damn hard to understand that it's my bed. Honestly people. Sanctity of space. My space is mine. I already have to live in a situation that I'm not used to, nor will be anytime soon. i don't put shit on your bed. why must you put stuff on mine. seriously.
I'm not sure how this relationship works. He stands me up. I wait up for him, though by 10:40 I know he's not going to call. If I know he's not going to call, why I stress out and freak out, i don't know
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and thus i dial his number hoping he shall pick up and then alas he does "what?" he says the love of my life and i grin helplessly at the sound of his voice "Damnit, pingpong, 30secs" and then dial tone.
FUCK. I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU'RE GONNA SEE THIS MOVIE WITH OUR WITHOUT ME. CALL ME BACK (desperate much?)
I finished it and by finished i mean, i have one page left to go, and half of a page to get a title on but besides that it's DONE *does happy dance* YEAH!!