last night i fell asleep on the couch after a night of reading. i woke up with darek there and it was already morning, there was light coming through the windows and i could smell my rosemary plant in the windowsill. it kind of hit me then how much i appreciate everything i work for, everything i have, and everything i’ve been taught so that i could get to this point.
darek and i are so sick
we’re like two really old people in our house just groaning and whining about how sick we are
also i’ve vomited more in the last four days than i ever want to ever again ugh
it’s not your fucking place. that is my personal life and to go around running your mouth about what i did or didn’t do in the past is beyond tacky. maybe stop being stupid little girls and find something new to talk about, its for your own good.
My boyfriend is gross