I’m eating popsicles in very little clothing.
And in the spirit of keeping people updated on my life… here we go:
I’m in love.
we met online.
yes, we’ve skyped, and had phone sex, which I’m very good at thank you very much. AND no we haven’t met in person because he lives far away and yes I’ve heard a million times to “get a real boyfriend” so leave it at the door because…
the thing is is that… we’re in love. we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. I’ve felt this deeply about someone once before… but he lived across the planet. this is my life and I trust what I’m feeling. I trust that he is always going to be there for me. and maybe I’m a fool but I really haven’t felt so sure of anything in my entire life. there’s no question for me. i know it’s the right thing to do.
also did I mention I’m eating popsicles.
because my parents are so incredibly rude and entitled and inconsiderate and won’t even acknowledge how rude they’ve been or apologize for it. who am I if that’s who they are? it’s really confusing me that they’re acting like this… it’s making me question who I am. I don’t want to live with them anymore, it’s horrifying and embarrassing.
…if I made my boyfriend cum twice again last night?
unrelated confidence boost… at least my phone sex game is on point.
… he came twice, we didn’t even have real sex and it was the best he ever had. his words. I’m amazing.
i’ve got four more pages to write… who knows what I’m doing?
I want my boyfriend here. I want to have sex and cuddle. I want to not have this RIDICULOUS final project to do. I want to sleep. I have a headache and I don’t want to be in school. boooooo hoo.