So you wanna know how many boys didn't love me this night?
"Only" two actually. As in, I only made out with two. The ice hockey player whose gf had apparently dumped him (am I even pretending to believe this?) and this one boy I hooked up with last summer. The second boy I almost came with home. Almost. And I fucking wanted to. But no. No. I feel like shit enough without it.
Heading to Rome, haven't slept.
x
/E
anyway...try to enjoy it :)
SvaraRadera