i got three hours of sleep last night. i couldn't shut my eyes for 27 seconds without thinking of sheeran... his sexy body was engraved into my mind. nothing else mattered when he wasnt there. i was as whipped as the whipped cream on the cake of my first birthday. which was very whipped man.
so to take my mind off of sheeran i decided to watch my favourite thing ever.
tung tung tung sahur and ballerina cappuchina making out .
it just turned me on.
"FUCK MY LIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" i screamed, throwing my phone across the room in fury right before passing out like the weasley bitch i am.
32 hours later.
i woke up. looking like a sweaty alpha. i wasnt a sweaty alpha.. that shit was for sheeran.
i sighed and threw myself off my bed, accidentally knocking over my life sized shrek cardboard cutout. "daddy shrek noooo" i wailed, quickly picking the cucumber man up and putting him in my closet with the rest, giving the one in the pink frilly bikini a big sloppy smooch and skipping out the door to old thirty year old man school.
