i feel like my boss giving me valentine’s day off when i am the most single person on earth is an attack or a gift. either way, i’ll be very hungover so thanks boss.
i see old photos of me from high school and i’m like “yeah no wonder no one wanted me, i looked like a troll” but then again i don’t really have any explanation for now so…
i would like to run away to an island for a little bit and live out one of those “a city girl ends up in a small, quaint island town and finds love/or solves a murder” fantasies. whichever one works.