I wish I wasn't such an emotional dick and would learn to MAN THE FUCK UP and GET THE FUCK OVER IT. Jesus Christ it's been like six months (I had to count that on my fingers and whoa has it really been that long?) and I am still a blubbering WRECK. Six months since my last kiss. I'll probably delete this in the morning, but I am tired and upset and in the middle of PMT and I just needed to write it down. Who knew one person could affect me so much?
Tonight I bought myself a comic, a dress and a necklace.
MOVE ON, BECKI FOOT.