I miss how much combing through my hair and whispering in my ear turned me on....

My damned smelly ear.

I wish I could have surgery on it or something.

It used to be so great, a mutual love for combing through hair and pouring out our souls.....

Maybe it's just different experiences for different people.

I am probably crazy.

God fucking dammit.

I am so depressed...

I hate my life.

I feel like I have nothing to live for.

Maybe seeing Andrew tomorrow will cheer me up.

I almost can cry in bed but I won't.

:"(

I just want to sleep with my boyfriend

Cats ruin everything for me

Fml

It's 3am and I wanna sleep

At this moment

I never want to move in with Andrew