Fuck man, I can't handle this shit! I hate the fact that I freak out over the littlest things because an ex-boyfriend made me distrustful and paranoid. I don't want to be like that! If he doesn't text back in 2 hours, normal people shouldn't freak out right?=( I suck at this.
So I am just waking up and having a coffee and smoke on the porch. I look up and someone with a white hoodie is walking with their hood up. I swear, for the first 20 milliseconds, I thought it was a Storm Trooper.