Emotions.

Love fucking sucks! And then it's great. And nothing can get better. And then it goes right back to sucking again. It's like that one sluty girl that can't keep her mouth of of every guys "privates". Some days she seems okay and then other days not so much, especially that time she dropped her bag at 37 condoms fall out, hahah that was a funny memory. Okay I'm rambling, I need to go get ready, he's going to be here soon, and I think I might actually like him, not love cause love is terrible, but likely is okay:).