I still think of you sometimes, your eyes, your smile. Honestly, I’m still obsessed with you. I’m obsessed with the days when I could easily be obsessed with you. I want to bathe in your s….
Ha, it’s just fiction.
But I haven’t been here in awhile, and that is because my life has slowed down a bit. So there isn’t much to write about. Basically, I have a good job and a nice life. I moved in with my boyfriend, I have an active social life. I’m pretty satisfied… except for the crippling anxiety that SOMETHING will ruin everything.
But that’s even subsiding a little bit.
Just a little though.
I hope you liked the first random paragraph.