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“Look at that,” I taunt. “You’re already pissy. Time to eat dinner.”
Adam: Wait Adam: Isn’t your bday July 18?
What a perfect metaphor, because damn, does that love hurt right now, too.
Try not to have as many regrets as I do.
Cancer. That is the worst word to ever have existed.
What must it have been like to watch his best friend die slowly and not be able to do a thing to stop it?
Has a woman ever wanted to both strangle and fondle a man so much?
This is what he gets for always being steady and caring. This kiss is his fault.
New phone. Who dis? I never claimed to be mature.
Dom isn’t helping matters, doing what has been widely established as one of the sluttiest things a man can do: wearing gray sweatpants.
“Don’t bother praying,” he mutters. “Just say my name.”
Around him, the world feels better.
Jobs come and go. Don’t let it overwhelm your life. Don’t base your self-worth in the same place you get a paycheck.
Maybe an important part of keeping someone in my life is knowing who is worth hanging on to.
