Limf

summer’s officially over. 4 hours on a boiling bus with no snacks, no AC, and a man who screamed every time we hit a bump. i nearly ascended.

i haven’t slept. i spent 4 hours on a boiling bus. it’s 1pm and i’m going straight into a night shift. if i survive this, i’m unstoppable.

i’m eating chips and talking to the hot men in my head. u?

i just want a hot non-fictional man to love me.

not only do i talk to men in my head but i’ve also been locked out of tinder for 2 weeks. the universe is clearly against me.

All I want is to be asked on a date. But here I am, writing this with one hand while the other is elbow-deep in a bag of chips. Romance is clearly dead.

do i cry bc i’ve never had a boyfriend or been asked out? yes. do i do anything about it? absolutely not.