Reading the text messages i receive and send on friday nights when im sober is always like "ohh man... what was i thinking" or "What... When did i get that persons number" or in your case "AHHHHHHH THE CUTEST"
I have a fuckeeen stomach ache.
Head ache.
No heart ache though.
I use to care.. and now i don't.
Thats..cool.. i guess..kinda.
And i don't like boys who think just because i call you babe i love you, Babe is like buddy, duurrrr.
