Drama Queen

Man. I have become more dramatic in the last few days than I have been in a long time. Why does having a heart have to hurt so badly? Why do we fall for people who have fifteen other people falling for them? Why do I let if someone texts me or not rule my life? This is ridiculous. I am eighteen. Eighteen! You would think I would have a little self control. Just a smidgin. But apparently not.

What's worse, I send people huge texts about how they need to run their life. Who am I kidding? What do I know? Certainly not enough to tell someone how to live their life. Heidi. Note to self. Grow up. Love, Self.