GOD YOU’RE SO ~NEEDY~
I’m not good at playing hard to get. I lasted, like, what, three days?
I lounged around in bed listening to old country songs I actually secretly like, ate too many barbecue chips, and watched stand-up comedy on Netflix.
I’m just like, “lol I slacked my way through high school and now I’m scrambling to make my transcript look at least slightly presentable, I’ll wait to apply, thanks~~~”
I’M GOING WIND UP BEING THAT PERSON WORKING AT STARBUCKS FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIFE THAT COMPLAINS ABOUT HOW NOBODY GAVE ME A CHANCE AND EVERYONE WHO KNOWS ME IS JUST GOING TO BE LIKE, “Well that’s because you sucked at everything,” AND THEY’LL TOTALLY BE RIGHT.
Fucking with your sense of gender and sexuality since July 2011.
CAN’T STOP WON’T STOP
On the one hand, I’m tired. On the other hand, I’ve somehow convinced myself that going to sleep at 9:02 is for squares.