I keep dreaming of my ex-boyfriend. The ex-ex-ex-ex boyfriend. Numero Uno. My first love. Whom I haven’t seen or spoken to in about six years.
He surfed and wore skater shoes and sanded boards for a living. He lived on the beach and he was the first one to break my heart.
Dear sub-conscious, I don’t understand. What do you want from me.
Have you watched Orange is the New Black? No? YOU ARE MISSING OUT ON THE BEST PARTS OF LIFE. It’s fantastic. Netflix is impressing me beyond at the moment.