I really just want to wrap my legs around his waist and melt into his body. 

Why can’t I just get over him?

Why does his body have to look so beautiful? Why does his shirt have to cling so perfectly to every sculpted muscle? Why, when I look at him, does my heart still ache at the thought of my body enveloped in his chiseled arms? Why does my stomach tense and churn when I inhale a trace of his cologne? Why do I hunger for what I can’t have? 

It is always late at night when my thoughts turn insane.

Pere Celeste, 

Aide-moi, s’il te plait, avec mon examin AP Francais.

Merci,

A nom de Jesus Christ, Amen. 

2 hours of sleep for me- yay!

It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’ve been working on homework all night. I think it’s time to go to sleep. I’m not done with my work, but I don’t want to be completely dead at school.