Mi vida es un grande caliente disastre (My life is...
I like making personal posts sometimes… Anyway. My life is a mess. Why is it a mess? Oh the usual. Boys. Not just any boy. My ex boyfriend. I miss him. And sometimes I can’t help but wonder if he misses me. I think he wants me to move on from him. I want to move on from him. I feel like I’m waiting for something that never happens. All I do is wish for him to give me another...
I bet you didn't know that
I hope EVERYDAY that maybe I’ve crossed your mind, and maybe you decided to call/text me. My attitude is based on how you treat me. Just a simple ‘hi’ from you can make my entire day. I’d change my plans if it meant I could see you. I save some of your messages so I can read over them later on. I still get jealous when people talk to/about you.