prescience:
It is such a pleasure.
prescience:
I don't fucking care. x3
prescience:
Whatever I have to write here in order to make you want to talk to me.
prescience:
I am going to be 10-15 minutes late.
prescience:
I don't want to talk about it.
prescience:
I will have my eggs scrambled, with sourdough toast.
prescience:
I am so tired of trying.
prescience:
I'm actually a pretty happy person for the most part.
prescience:
The feeling you get when you go to the movies alone.
prescience:
Thinking about the one who got away.
prescience:
All I want is someone to fuck my brains out.
prescience:
Today I feel fat.
prescience:
I hate everything today.
prescience:
I have a borderline online shopping problem.
prescience:
Today I realized I have nothing to be sad about.
prescience:
I really need to have sex soon.
prescience:
Today I drank some pink-lemonaid.
prescience:
I need to quit smoking.
prescience:
I have never really slow-danced with a girl, ever.
prescience:
Could I take you out for dinner sometime?
prescience:
I don't know where to call home.
prescience:
I still text and drive.
prescience:
I hate sleeping alone.
prescience:
I'm Worried I may never get clean.