stop making bitty ride the amtrak to pvd…the boy works hard…he is tired…stop making him take 2+ hrs of public transit to get laid. let bitty use jack’s uber account like any good pro athlete’s booty call/love of their life
I still miss you with every fibre of my being. Its been 35 days since you left. Just a little over a month but f*ck, it feels like forever. Not a single day has passed by with me not revisiting every memory we created together. I miss the way you played with my hair or the way you laughed out loud at my lame jokes. God, I miss that beautiful laugh and that megawatt smile of yours. Where did we go wrong, my love? One moment we are happy, carefree & so in love & the next moment, we are broken, unsafe & so many miles away from each other. Perhaps, it was for the best. But I can’t stop my heart from crying for your love & affection. It bleeds for a love it can never get. I hope you are happy wherever you are & receive the love you deserve. I’m sorry, my love, for I couldn’t be enough. Neither for you nor for our love.
current mood: any dude who jokes about how cranky women get on their periods should be legally required to somehow experience my day one cramps, which lately have been so bad that for the last three periods in a row i have woken up in the middle of the night, from a sound sleep, for no other reason than pain