Yes I do hate it.
Both a personal blog and a collection of things I hate. Thanks, love.
The Hate Posts
I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being so madly obsessed with you that I always think about you. That I always want to see you. That I always want to talk to you and be with you. I’m sorry that I want to be in your arms every second of the day and that I always want to know how you’re doing and what you’re up to. I’m sorry that I can’t ignore your texts and that I always reply straight away. I’m sorry for being like this, for not being able to breathe without you.
Everywhere I go, my mom thinks I’m gonna get raped.
I mean come on, mom.
Haven’t you seen the way I look naked?