...achy back...
I'm strangly tired.
I'm also really cold.
I'm almost out of orange juice.
I hate social anxiety.
I hate reading pages in a book and not registering a single word.
I hate being intimidated.
I hate feeling insecure.
I love the Eric.
I love the way he looks at me.
I love the things he whispers in my ear.
I don't like feeling like I shouldn't be somewhere...