Today was a milestone for my public anxiety. I may or may not have made eye contact with him, and as I left the café broke out in a freezing sweat and spasms.. I was with a friend in chipotle shivering the fuck out, wearing my snow coat and I could feel the hard glares on my back so I took my meltdown to a bookstore until I took it into the privacy of my car. I simply don’t understand why...
I think he’s fucking her. I would like to apply for reincarnation please.
USC had this midnight ritual thing where seniors throw themselves into fountains and the streets were full of fine, intimidating, shirtless frat boys that I so detest/ love. I was on high alert for Patrick Schwarzenegger but he hid well. I want to elaborate on how they made me feel but nobody wants to read that, and I don’t have the energy to anyway. But damn. Hot damnn.
Dream of me tonight Mormon boy.
How, just How on earth does he keep getting hotter and everyday is a struggle for me to even remain below average?
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