

The incident was predominantly hilarious, but it also made me think. This awful girl and I now share a major life experience. I barely know her, just like I barely know that guy's new girl or the other guy's new girl... (confusing I know, bear with me!) Yet now we're connected in a pretty personal way. I can't understand best friends who share sexual partners. Like I said, I barely know these girls and the thought of them doing the same intimate things I once did (okay, maybe not exactly the same...) with my two guys gives me chills. A part of me wants to pretend it's not true. Another, sickly curious, part of me wants to know how I compare to those other girls.
Coincidentally, I happened to receive a text recently that simply said: "you were the best. xxx" Well, if you say so... x
I think that we are at our most truthful, certainly our most emotional, late at night. This is why the best conversations happen from
If you ever want to see me with my armour down, find me just before bedtime. It's a fascinating sight, trust me. Or y'know, you could just read my blogs that are written around that time. x

Tuesday, 28 June 2011
I over-think things. (II)

Monday, 27 June 2011
1.

Sunday, 26 June 2011
It should've been me.







Saturday, 18 June 2011
I'm fifteen again.














Wednesday, 8 June 2011
I wonder...


Tuesday, 7 June 2011
I'm not fifteen, but...


Sunday, 5 June 2011
I lied.


Saturday, 4 June 2011
It's shocking...

Friday, 3 June 2011
I'm not.

Thursday, 2 June 2011
I miss the other him.
