I’m sorry that it took me 6 months to let you in, it’s just that my father left when I was 13 and my mother spent the next 7 years telling me to never trust a man with pretty words and nice hands, and the truth is that even when I fell in love with you, I couldn’t stop staring at your fingers and wondering whether they were going to hold me together when I was on the verge of a breakdown or whether they were going to tear me apart.
After years of claiming introversion as a personality trait and talking about how much you love being a snuggly widdle blanket in the rain with a cup of cocoa and a book, we’re finding out the internet is full of fake bitches who can’t go 24 hours without licking the floor in a crowded bar and then sneezing on a passing octogenarian with an oxygen tank.
being a college student is so primal. Like a wolf roaming the tundra, my only thought is of my next meal. Unlike a wolf roaming the tundra, I have an analytical essay due next week
