We need to talk never sounds good. -___-
So last night when we were messaging via Facebook, my boyfriend said we need to talk. When I asked about what, he said about us. I can’t see him until Sunday and I’m super freaking out. My blood literally ran cold as soon as I received that message saying we need to talk. =[ And to make things worse, I asked him if I should be concerned to which he replied a little bit. -____- So here I am having finished a romantic movie and I just remembered what he said last night. IT’S FRIDAY MORNING. Not even afternoon. Sunday is painfully far away. Normally I look forward to Sundays since that’s the only time I get to see him these days. I still want to see him of course, but I’m totally dreading what he’s going to say. Of course I’m paranoid he’s going to break up with me. Maybe they’re moving. Who knows. The point is I kind of want to pull my hair out at this point. And to match my mood, there’s of course the rainstorm going on right now in L.A. Maybe he just wants some space. How much space can a person need? We don’t even live in the same city and we never get to see each other anymore. And when I do see him, it’s never for very long. I’m his first girlfriend and first kiss ever and everything. We already know we want to get married, etc. Of course way later down the line. All I can think is what have I done wrong. When one hears/read the words, “We need to talk”, it just makes you think about every single thing you have or might have done wrong. It’s driving me insane. It’s Friday which means no school. It’s raining and I need to return some books. That’s fine. I can deal with that. I can totally distract myself with movies and shows all day long I suppose. But the point is, Sunday will come and I really hope he’s not going to break up with me….Whatever it is doesn’t sound good. Especially since he said I should be a bit concerned. I don’t even know why I bothered asking. Arghhhh. TToTT Excuse me while I drench my waffles in tons of syrup. Tons. I’ll be needing it. He does like waffles….Last time he said something happened he had a seizure last Thursday and ended up with a gash on his head. He just had his stitches taken out last night. Maybe he wants to talk about how upset I got about his not telling me he cut his head. I don’t know. I have been complaining to him as of late that he doesn’t do a bunch of things anymore. He didn’t even realize he’d ever stopped. I don’t know what to do. I must go inhale my waffles now. Bye. *Sigh*
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BEST BIRTHDAY CAKE.
This girl sure doesn’t like rugby players. XD It’d be more amusing if they reblogged the superhero cake. >.< Not that I’m hating on rugby players, especially since I have never seen a single game. I just don’t like them this weekend. -__-
That is way too girly and pink. o.O Also, you’d need a ton of people to eat your cake. XD Anywho, I wouldn’t mind that strawberry layer. >.<