When someone talks about Fifty Shades of Grey I just think about that person getting off to non-con and BDSM and it’s like, okay. Could have gone on with the rest of my life not knowing so many teenage girls want to get tied up and fucked by some asshole. 

If I send some of my fanfiction for publication I can throw some damn handcuffs and whips if that’s what ya’ll want. 

I feel awkward sitting here with Ryan and his girlfriend.

She’s apparently a lesbian.

It’s awkward already. It’s awkward.
I feel awkward.

1. The fact I’m not going to school this year and don’t even know what I want to do when I get older.
2. My hair and how it’s always in the way.
3. Things I want and how I don’t have the money to buy them.
4. Books and the way they relate the the situation I’m in.
5. Weather or not I should make a Facebook status/tumblr post about something.
6. Getting in shape.

7. How tired/hungry/bored/cold/hot/annoyed/awkward/mad I am.

The awkward moment when a friends accidentally says “I love you” at the end of a phone call and automatically calls back to say they didn’t mean any thing by it but then goes on to be awkward and says they almost mean it but not quite and then hang up.

Alright… anyways. 

1. I really hate being socially awkward and I wish I could change it.
2. I don’t like a lot of my friends and just deal with them because I have nothing better to do when they want to hang out.
3. I’d rather fuck a chick but I like men more so as people. (If that makes sense.)