What am I doing. I want to be working on a farm. That’s been my dream for years. And here I am living in the city working the shittiest job ever. I should have never quit on the farm. I can do it. I know I can, but do I want to be away from you? I feel like things will change if I go back to living on the farm. And every time it gets brought up you just get mad and say that I bounce around to much and that I wanted to move here because it would be such a good idea. But it wasn’t and I should have thought about it a hell of a lot more than I did. I’m so confused.
If she’s having bad day, take her down backroads, pull to the side of the road, and dance to some George Strait. It could make her day much better.
Dresses are so nice they’re just tubes of fabric you can throw on with very little effort and when you wear one and people are like “oh wow you dressed up you look really nice” but it’s like
ah yes my disguise is working. you think i cared this morning
sassy english teachers are the best because they’re beyond sarcastic and somehow always end up insulting the kid that you hate and everyone else likes