The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things; but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant.
If he isn’t wearing pink to bed on Wednesdays, he can’t sleep with you.
In case I haven’t mentioned it enough, I’m ready to go back to college.
I miss my sisters, my friends, my routine, my freedom, everything.
Summer here is going to be so rough.
The last one really fucked me over
And like clockwork, you’re annoying again. Glad we can pick up where we left off.