In my 32 years on this earth, I have only ever had one real Valentine and even then I can’t really count that. You probably wonder what on earth I could mean by “real” and why I’m not counting it – I will gladly break it down for you. Sophomore Year, High School: I’m dating
I’ve been under the weather this week this is painfully annoying because I feel like I just got over being sick not that long ago. Granted, I’m terrible at taking care of myself so there’s a good chance I never got better. I’m quite terrible at being sick because I tend to keep going until
Ok. This title is a tad extreme but that’s just the mood I’m in apparently. The topic of dating has come up quite a bit in my life over the past couple weeks. The consensus among my friends seems to be that dating in the modern era is easily the worst thing in the world.
I think the hardest thing about being an adult, sitting here, watching a movie with my friends in my living room, is pretending that I wasn’t dancing around like an idiot to Taylor Swift, like, ten minutes before they got here…
