It was crazy the fact that i stayed thinking about her. I couldn't sleep at night my head was all tied up i wasn't okay. The thought of her was making my head scream.... my head was full of what if's, what if she's actually mad at me? I mean i have mommy issues so getting punished wouldn't really be a problem but what if, or what if she just pegs me ? The thought of her made me tear up and hurl.
And then I remembered that I still have multiple people wrapped around my little blue fur covered finger. Me ?? A player? The thought of being a player made me sick to my stomach. I knew i had to choose, between either one of the Obamas and shrek. Trump was already out of the question. I rolled my eyes and sat down, got myself comfortable. I sighed trying to think of my next course of action then I suddenly fell asleep.
