It was a single bed that fit just me. My bed now is big enough for two. I usually sleep on one side or the other because the crack in between two sets of pillows irritates me. Because of that, there’s a huge space on the other side. It just feels so empty.
It times like these I wish I had a boyfriend… or at least a guy friend who sleeps over in my bed (just a platonic relationship with cuddling and hugs and shit… yeah… that’d be pimpin).
I need to stop looking for a boyfriend. I know they come when you’re not looking, but the last time I tried that… just look at my old posts…yeah.
Gonna start being a friendly douchebag again, anyway. People prefer friendly douchebag me to jaded douchebag me.