so i'm gradually realizing:
i am pretty damn rocking.
i have my shit together.
i finish what i start.
my friends rock my socks.
and yet... the opposite sex is capable of wrecking my head faster than you can say 'what the fuck?'. and they never really seem to do it on purpose, or maliciously... it's more just like... um... by accident. or something.
i am pretty damn rocking.
i have my shit together.
i finish what i start.
my friends rock my socks.
and yet... the opposite sex is capable of wrecking my head faster than you can say 'what the fuck?'. and they never really seem to do it on purpose, or maliciously... it's more just like... um... by accident. or something.