stupid
Dearest LJ,
I need somebody to slap me across the face and tell me to stop crushing on this guy really badly and focus on my enormous pile (and building) of papers, finals, and presentations. But I think even if somebody did slap me, I'd still think about him.
Ugh. Men. The bane of my existence.
Love,
Kelsey
I need somebody to slap me across the face and tell me to stop crushing on this guy really badly and focus on my enormous pile (and building) of papers, finals, and presentations. But I think even if somebody did slap me, I'd still think about him.
Ugh. Men. The bane of my existence.
Love,
Kelsey