I’m a sweet lover sugar sweet dick pie ice cream crème balls brûlée. Right. That’s what I do. That’s what I prefer to put out there. That’s all I’m hoping to do. I want to just kiss kiss kiss. I’m right there for you. It all sounds great to me at all times. I am delusional and I don’t have bad intentions (that’s all I can pray for really). I say that then I get called a narcissist. Oh, ok, now what am I doing? I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE HOTTEST PERSON UNTIL YOU SAID THAT. I’m learning to not let it affect me because “oh the emotion” but it’s hard. Before I die in some fire or an iced tea explosion at a McDonalds, I’d like that out there. That’s as serious as I want it to get. I just wanted to show how sweet I am. I do all of this and all of everything outside of this just to say that. It’s delusional, it’s fun but it also gets me in these tough spots. Here’s my little love letter. No one loves a diva***