Every couple of months I take a pregnancy test. and every couple of months I am disappointed... Im not trying to get pregnant, dont get me wrong... but babies have been my dream since i was like 10. I do everything in my power to prevent them, but I am just continuously hoping one strong swimmer gets through. hahah my god, im a horrible human being
Sooo... Facebook tells me that my boyfriend just joined ZOOSK... a site for "sexy singles to meet and have fun"... yeah. "uneasy" is how I feel about this. REAL uneasy
oddly enough... things are working out kind of nice for me lately. dudes. chicks. life in general. I have come a long way since a couple weeks ago. I'm kind of happy, to be honest.
Today I had to do the job of an undertaker, grave-digger, priest and the mourning family member... all at once.
it would be nice if i could go a week without bawling my eyes out. but just as the 7-day mark comes close, something shitty happens and the waterworks start. I'm so tired...
"My problem is that I know I love you and I know you don't love me back..." "I don't want to burst your bubble... but I don't even say that to my mom."