Boys:
are bad. Personal confession to the boys in my life.
are bad. Personal confession to the boys in my life.
I liked you. I was working on getting over you. We made out. I still like you, and am guessing the summer will be used to get over you. I wonder what next year holds.
I don’t want to get over you.
If I hold you, will you tell me I should go? Should I chance it or would it be better not to know?
I hate him. I hate him. Why does he hate me?

I Need Supervision
Black Soffees

Thank you Trey for all three.
A sweatshirt that says Adams on the back.
A stuffed puppy dog.
An owl ring.