I want a boy, not even necessarily a boyfriend, I just want a boy. I want to just think about him, and giggle and smile like an idiot. I want to look into his eyes and smile then kiss him. I want to feel like someone cares about me. It’s been so long since I’ve been purely happy, and it’s sad…
You and I haven’t been friends for the longest time now. Pretending is getting old, and frankly, it’s no longer worth the effort. I hoped it would pay off one day, but I’ve heard nothing from you that has any semblance of genuine meaning behind it. Waste of time. Also, I wonder if animals like wearing clothes and shoes. I hope they do! They look adorable.
Mainly everything not crossed out. My dear Kaycee I’ve always enjoyed you’re writings.
I’m quite sorry my vegetarian/vegan readers, don’t read this.
I made Quinoa tonight, with lamb, and it was freaking magical.
Like it had, garlic, some lemon, basil, salt &pepper ofc, olive oil, rosemary, a tiny bit of honey, and a smidge of dill. It was fucking marvelous. And the lamb was a teeny bit rare so it was like perfecccct. omigawdddddd. im in heavennnnnnn.