Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep.
Who’s to say tomorrow won’t be the best day of your life?
You are a sentence
and I am a semicolon
begging you to go on.
Dentist tomorrow. A whole new reason to be sick to my stomach.
There was a cute guy with Link artwork on his laptop in the lunchroom today. I was a little tempted to get up and start a conversation, but then I remembered I’m recovering from the flu and look like crap today. Maybe next time, cute Link guy. Maybe next time…