My fucking Birth Control makes me so emotional. I’m sitting here crying because in the midst of trying to get back all of 4 fucking photos I deleted by accident, I thought it would be a good idea to restore my phone to get them back. But in retrospect I lost all of my most recent text messages which a few were important & all my most recent photos including Coachella & I’m sure other stupid shit. I suppose on a bright note, I got those 4 photos back…. even though I lost like 20.

I think it’s good that my boyfriend & I live as far away as we do. I already spend plenty of time with him already but on the nights, like tonight, where I have no plans other than eating cookies & gettin down with netflix & I know he’s probably doing the same, I think its good that he doesn’t live 10/20 minutes away where it would be easy for me to drive over there & hang out. & as fucking cheesy as it sounds & as much & I sound like the girl I used to talk shit about, it makes it easier for me to enjoy when I do see him & get to hang out with him, more like its a treat as opposed to an every day thing. But I do miss the fucker. & a big kudos to the couples that see each other like once a month or something crazy like that! That’s some thing I thought I could do & without doing it know that I cannot. So way to keep the spark alive.

I don’t know what I’m doing for my 21st but all I know is there’s going to be plenty of balloons & glitter. & maybe a few corgis depending on how crazy I plan on getting.

True life: I like to shop, because I’m obsessed with making sure I’m fashionable… constantly

I would like to just take a moment & thank my ex for giving me confidence in my feet.

I love my best friends, but they piss me off sometimes, I’m always there for them to listen to their problems no matter what. But then when I need one of them she’s off taking billions of instagram photos of herself & the other is too busy trying to be one of the guys. Heaven forbid when I’m in a pickle I have someone to give me support.