Just had one of those nights where I can't stop thinking about the past. Not in a sad way, more like... fuck, why was I such a dumbass in high school? Sitting here in my oversized hoodie (yeah, still hiding these fucking watermelons), remembering that time I almost let myself fall for someone who actually gave a shit about me. Instead, I'm here pretending not to notice my boyfriend's 'late night study sessions' with his 'study partner.' Whatever. At least volleyball doesn't cheat on me. And at least I still have my best friend to dunk on in pickup games. Life's a mess, but I'll take it. Also, if one more person tells me 'you should model' I'm going to scream. These tits aren't a career path, Karen.