I want to be the boyfriend material for someone. Or better yet, the husband material. But how?
Shit! Awkward. Buti good mood siya.
Why? Why am I still awake? *sob*
Should I still sleep?
Just a while ago, I was asked to do an errand. I went outside wearing a sando and boxer shorts only. And I ran, and my ***** was going with the flow, and there were some people outside. I had to cover it with my hands while running.
Now I hate myself for doing that. (-_-‘)
I have all sorts of ideas of how to be in one, but… Nevermind. It’s too pointless to talk about it if you haven’t even experienced one romantic date with someone.
That’s what my sister’s boyfriend’s mother told my sister.
I don’t know how I got this. I really don’t have a clue. Ugh! Why me? (-_-‘)
My joints are aching. My arms and thighs have rashes, and they’re fuckin’ itchy. Oh, and I feel weak. What else? I don’t have work tomorrow too.