So here we go. I wake up every morning thinking:
"what the fuck did i dream about??!!"
And I either wake up crying, smiling, or something weird.
I miss my friends, eat my breakfast, take my pills (not crazy ones), and then I obsess about my weight.
That’s a normal day for me.
All I want is love.
Is that too hard to ask?
I love watching those shows that glorify the idea of meeting that one girl, getting into an awkward date. and then have something completely weird happen that throws them off their guard to finally open up.
And everytime I see a cute boy i just want something to break the ice.
The only thing that stands in the way is my self image and my lack of filter for my mouth.
There’s this guy I saw at the gym today.
And at a hockey game once.
And I saw him first at a human sexuality class.
And not like the adorable kind.
I can bite into him easier than a 7 layer vanilla i cream cake shaped like a dick.
Not to mention that his workout routine makes me sploosh while i run the treadmill that overlooks the whole gym.
but you know…the usual.
oh and i am currently seeing a stripper…not for stripping…he’s off the clock…I think….