I mean, ok, i’ll admit i require an extremely irrational and almost impossible-to-fulfill amount of attention but like I’m working on getting past that and forgetting that I actually had it before so that future bfs have a reasonable chance at satisfying me.
Caught myself slippin, luckily no one else cares enough to notice
embarassed im still so down for every gossip girl blog i come across
Need a guy whose willing to wear my lingerie every once in a while
Hate being nice to guys cuz then they begin to like me, thinkin im an angel and all, but no, im trash, i will ruin you, stay away
I live for morning wood on my legs and butt