I can just feel the empty space in me where energy is supposed to be.
when you and your friend jokingly talk about wanting to fuck the same guy except you really want to and she makes out with him and touches his wiener like a week later. this is why I must be prettier than all of my friends.
it’s okay, they’re both moving to Boston next year so they can have each other. and I’ve got E (someone she has apparently slept once but barely remembers it) and I’m seeing him this weekend!!!