I feel like I’m constantly bothering you. I’m sorry for letting you know how much you truly mean to me. I feel like an idiot every time this happens, but i keep doing it because that’s how much I care about you. It’s whatever though, all of this probably doesn’t mean anything to you now, but it’ll end up getting to you in about three days. you’ll remember everything and it’ll be too late. or maybe not, who knows.

I absolutely love when people decide to call me eleven times when they’re drunk. there’s a reason I’m not answering my phone, assface. you can also add getting texts from people when they’re drunk. I’m not amused.