k,

i suppose the distance helps and you have more pride than i do so you keep away

and i make pathetic attempts to recover. the sadist in me is hoping you're drowning youself in a bottle.

no, not really. never. you're too good for that. even if you're completely inept otherwise. and emotionally sparse.

fuck.

is it so obvious i want to talk to you right now? cuddle you and watch you sleep?

i suppose this isn't helping my obsession is it? that's what it's become even if you're too polite to say so. some insane obsession with you. ugh.

and i was supposed to take on the world. not sit and pine for a man who doesnt tuck in his shirts and still want to have his babies.

x

babe, i'm awful like this, and i detest myself for loving you the way i do, you bastard.

fuck, i'm going to miss you so much and there are going to be withdrawl pains. yech. *smooch*

so i'll just write to you here until i get bored with you

so okay i'm in the mood to bake but everything looks good and you want to do it ALL during finals well but JUST look at this picture

they're chocolate orange cupcakes

yum, im going to make some after finals. yay!

you can find the recipe here

hello, hello all you wonderful non existant readers

i have decided to start blogging

ta-daaa