And I’m still very much awake, waiting, waiting on boy to get home. I wanna be mad! And angry! And upset…but really I’m just kinda really sleepy and I wish he’d get here soon so I can go to bed or at least tell me he’s not coming so I don’t freakin wait all night. I don’t even know what’s going on with boy and I. Shameful. I’ve been waiting is 9ish. Way too freakin long, I’d say, honestly. Since when did I decide it was okay for me to wait on a boy?!
