Nobody Ever Told Me That Being Engaged Actually Sucks
Somewhere—between all the sex I haven’t had, the patience I wish I had, and the excitement they think I have—I got sick of being engaged.
Somewhere—between all the sex I haven’t had, the patience I wish I had, and the excitement they think I have—I got sick of being engaged.
Maybe sometimes depression is pitch-darkness, Spaghetti-O-stained sweatpants, nonstop weeping, and visceral self-hate.
Life felt pretty regular the afternoon my car got struck by lightning.