Unimportant

I had this gut feeling that you missed me as much as I missed you. And that maybe things were going to be a little bit different this time around.

But a wise woman named Jojo once said:

“You don’t like me

You like the chase to be real”

Why is a teenager from 2006 more wise than a modern day me?

I am starving. It’s 3:38 AM. I leave for Miami in a couple of hours. Ugh. The airport.

And it’s LaGuardia so there’s no Burger King. Not that I can eat since I’m gonna be naked all weekend long.

Why didn’t I get lipo suction on my arms?

I miss Landon.

I hate preachy Instagram accounts.

I miss having sex with someone I actually like.

Or having sex in general.

Almost 7 months in counting.

Literally shoot me.

Fun vibes for this weekend though.

I’ll send you a postcard.

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