Redoing a whole lot of my storyline, just to be known.
Jess I love you
Time to go drink until I can’t see. Bye.
I’m a love machine, and I don’t work for nobody but you.
No matter what, you’re always the person to pull through for me. Don’t expect this to be long, I’m just hyped and rambling.
I don’t care how much we argue, or make fun of one another, you’re my favorite chicka. (other than NC) You care more than anyone that’s ever come in my life, and you haven’t left yet, surprisingly enough. I still love you, no matter how weird you are, whether I understand you sometimes or not. Even if you want me to be a big fat old man who has 12 cats and lets you eat all of his food. See, that’s a true friendship.
