I want to make out with a bottle of vodka. Working on book number two. It might not be as good as my best... But I promised myself one book, per year, for the rest of my life. Well, my year's almost up. Oh. f***ing. Well. There goes another shattered dream.
I kind of think I need to dump my boyfriend because I know I might not love him the way he does me. I feel like I'm using him just because I'm afraid to be alone. It's easy to find a f*** buddy but hard to find true ... read more