Erica, 22, NJ. Lesbian.
My only regret is that
I didn’t tell enough people
to fuck off.
I really do mean it. I’m not the type of person to only say those 3 words when i need something from you. If I tell you that I miss you, it means that you mean a lot to me. Not only does it mean that you have positively impacted my life, but it also means that i want you to stay. I know people come and go, and that’s life, but I’m going to be honest, I want you to stay in my life.
I’m in my twenties. I’m supposed to be an adult. I pay bills like an adult, have responsibility like an adult. But people still make me feel like a child sometimes, including myself. Heck, I’m still scared of the dark. I’m in my twenties. And I feel both like a child and an adult. The child in me is feeling rushed to grow up and have all the answers. The adult in me is disappointed when I don’t have an answer for everything. I’m in my twenties. It’s confusing.
THERE’S TIMES WHEN I WANT A RUSTIC CABIN IN THE WOODS AWAY FROM ALL SOCIETY
THEN THERE’S TIMES WHEN I WANT A MODERN ASS HOUSE
THEN I’M LIKE I’LL ACCEPT NOTHING MORE THAN A VICTORIAN MANOR
THEN I WANT A PENTHOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF NEW YORK
THEN I WANT ONE OF THOSE HOUSE MADE OUT SHIPPING CONTAINERS
THEN I WANT A FRENCH CHATEAU
BUT I ALSO WANT A TREE HOUSE
AND A LITTLE COTTAGE ON THE OCEAN
HOUSES ARE SO COOL