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jennybones

model. artist. lover. Nashville.
a little something for my friends and lovers.
a collection of anecdotes, musings, narcissisms, inspirations, and curiosities.

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WHAT IS UP WITH ME? How can I be so in to you? You?!?! I can’t believe, here it is 11:30pm or so, looking for an excuse to call you up. There’s a 75% chance that this other boy, who right now, I could not care less about, is going to stand me up. I don’t know why I’m like this. I guess this is called “the rebound.”

Are you asleep? I’m an asshole for liking you as much as I do. I’m the one who should go to sleep. Still, I wish you were here to fall asleep with. Honestly, what the fuck am I doing, being into you? But I guess it’s okay. 

This letter is pretty self indulgent. Still, it’s got to be better than actually calling and fucking everything up. I still remember what you said: You are NOT looking for a girlfriend. Okay. That’s cool. I get that. But… that doesn’t stop me from…, you know? I miss you. I can’t help it.