Maybe one day I’ll meet a nice guy and I’ll avoid revealing too much about myself and he’ll actually love me.
I just made a huge bowl of jello because my awesome coworker’s birthday is tomorrow and she has casually mentioned that she prefers jello over cake. My boss (who is on maternity leave) even texted me this morning so that we could coordinate flavors.
It’s these little things, the small ways to make people happy, that make up for some of life’s bullshit.
I texted him my final feelings on our breakup.
I didn’t expect a response, but I received one.
I don’t care to read it.
