Some of the worst words your boyfriend can ever speak—I don’t believe this for a second. I really hate when we argue. It’s not too often, and it’s usually over nothing. I get so upset so easily, though. Not only do I get mad, but I get scared—scared that we’ll go too far one day and be over. Or more like I’ll go too far because he doesn’t really fight back. I just want to spend the rest of the night with him and cuddle and make out and make up for what’s happening right now.
A week and three days until I get my wisdom teeth removed (three of five wisdom teeth--yes, I have an extra one, thirty-three teeth total. I'm special.(;)
I’m not so nervous for the procedure anymore. I’m nervous that the medicine I take for my nerves will make me too loopy and that I will tell my mother about Aaron and I sending nudes to each other. I personally see nothing wrong with it, but my parents will not feel that way about it. Part I of me says that once again, I am worrying too much and that that will not happen, and Part II of me says that I very well can if the medicine does make me that loopy. Pray for me that Part I is right?):