or is it me being a drama queen again...
I've poo poo'd social media for a while now, always on this nonsensical island of personal privacy. Why should I sell my information blah blah blah...
I've written about my love woes for a while now.. and something wicked this way comes...
I broke down got an Instagram account to see what the club scene is like. I had way too much fun last night. And hemmed and hawed at getting anything, so I figure and Insta account.
I just got it today, scrolled for a few minutes then put it down. When I came back to my phone I noticed I had 1 follower...
I WAS LIKE WHAAAATTTT
It's M... I'm shitting myself at the moment. I get ahead of myself and read into things that are not there...
I'm still friends with Mere.. another M... muhahah.. anywho.
I wish I had that photo still.
M is a ship long sailed past and has here own new life and whatnot.. I am not going pirate that.
Kim as much as I would like to see if it's a possibility.. I'm almost self sabotaging reluctant.
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