“Girls your age, never mean what they say. I got a renegade heart and it’s screaming his name. But then it beats like you’ve got time to kill. Baby, don’t go jump the gun. Live fast while you’re young, honey. Don’t go chasing love. “ This song by Transviolet has been stuck in my head for… Continue reading Girls your age
No no. Not quite malnourished. My thickness will tell you otherwise. It is mainly my breasts. I could write about my boobs for days. I somehow got blessed with very large boobies. Breasts, boobs, boobies. I was a C in high school, DDD during and after pregnancy. Now… about a DD. I hate them. Like… Continue reading Malnourished and sleep deprived.