I am unloveable.

Nothing like getting wine wasted with my girl, and sitting outside on her porch talking to someone about how I was in love with him my freshman year and had his name inside of my notebook. How I was so angry when he went to homecoming with that one girl, and I sat at home and cried. (Haha). How many people we've slept with, and how we hate relationships. And how I was obsessed with his pretty eyes like, always.

I swear, the things that I say sometimes.