Bye.

I think I’m gonna delete it. Right now. Or just delete the app from my phone.

How about we just give each other’s hearts a break. This is why I deleted Tumblr in the first place. Ugh.

I did more than half of this project ALONE. Partners are never dependable. Especially when their life is dictated by band.

I’ve looked up so many flights, I’m about to cry. No money makes this idea crash and burn.

Nobody looks cute in bowling shoes. Not even me.

I guess I can’t stay mad because when I am mad at you, I just want to talk to you about how mad I am at you.

If only I was married to John Mayer. Mmm.

My hair is frizzy, my eyes are dragging, and I’m laughing at everything. It’s time to go home.