Today I was looking through the photos in Josh's iPhone and I found a pictures of another girl in it. Pictures. And it wasn't like how some guys have pictures of Valerie Poxleitner or Megan Fox or whoever, I actually know her, you know. I didn't surprise me anymore though. I. Am. Not. A. Jealous. Loser. Anymore.
"Uhm, b? Why do you have a picture of X in your phone?"
"She sent them to me babe."
"Oh. Well, this is pretty awkward."
Story of my life.
A whole fucking lot to blog about. So the biggest one of them all?
I'M GOING TO A FUCKING MAYDAY PARADE CONCERT. AND THEY'RE PERFORMING WITH EYES SET TO KILL. I just got the ticket. Seriously, oh my god. I am honestly mindfuckingly happy.
Like, so happy I can't even be {too} sad about this: I'm really hurt by several different people who I love to death. They SAY they love me, they say they won't ever hurt me, but talk is cheap, you know.
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