This was supposed to be my "Happy-Birthday-to-you-and-goodbye-I'm-not-going-to-think-about-you-ever-again-and-you-have-officially-graduated-from-dear-boys" letter...but things kinda changed, didn't they?
And I'm not sure how I feel about that now. Ecstatic and ticked. Happy and nervous. Bipolar, to sum it up.
So...yeah. Happy Birthday!
I might strangle you one of these days.
Figuratively, of course.
Keep your distance.
I still haven't decided if being productive is worth missing out on you...
Love you too,
Hm. Curiouser and curiouser. Still, better than last time.
Way to break our perfect record... At least it was fun! #lonelyparameciumproblems
So guess how I'll be doing my hair more often?
Dear Boys in General,
Not every date has to be so serious! Get over yourselves and just have some fun!
Thank you kindly,