8 first dates in the past year and a half. 1 second date. 0 third dates.
I think this sums it up.
Really though I’m not sad at all right now. My biggest issue with Valentine’s Day this year is not that I don’t have a date (again), it’s that I’m finding myself incapable of writing this damn story for my fiction class.
(Source: fuckiminmy20s)
Three times in as many weeks. I have a feeling about to be four since he never calls me back.
You haven’t called me in weeks, and honestly it’s bringing me down. Maybe I would have been something you’d be good at....