Today as I sat in chapel, I sent my boyfriend a text telling him that I was cold. A minute and a half later, I feel a tap on my shoulder. The girl behind me said, confused, "I was asked to pass this to the front row." It was my boyfriend's hoodie. I think I made a good choice. MLIA.
Really, there's nothing special about me
My Life is Average. A new parodic low.
My Life is Average.
A new parodic low.