Ah, shit.
When I wake up knowing that I’ve severely messed up, I immediately clear out all my text messages so I can’t read them. I’d rather just not know all the stupid things I said and did. And right now I’m impatiently waiting for this out-of-my-leaguer to wake up and forgive me, because I know he will. I am focused on forgiveness, because if it were him, that’s exactly what he’d get. I guess that’s when you know you care about someone: when it doesn’t even take a second thought to pardon transgressions.
I always tell myself that my razor sharp wit and ample bosom are enough to get myself out of trouble, and most of the time…they are. Doesn’t mean I’m not a massive fuck up, though. Doesn’t get me out of that.
