I think I need to sleep for a week. I’m loving being with the new boy, but he is throwing off my sleep schedule. I say that like I used to go to bed before 12 before I met him *which isn’t the case*, but he’s throwing me off because I am staying up way later, and it’s taking me longer to get to bed. Plus the texting doesn’t help. Makes falling asleep harder when it never gets turned off, and its right beside your head. Tonight is gonna be a chill night so that I can catch up on everything I’m behind on.
It’s pretty awesome because I see him quite a bit during the week, but not that much that we don’t have our own lives. Like this week I saw him every other day. Last night was fun because we went out for dinner. It was sooo good. Mm. I love steak, and I love going out. I “dressed up” slightly. I just didn’t feel like putting pants on, and I was having a fat day, so didn’t want to wear anything to tight. I didn’t feel good in anything that I tried on. Hate those days. Anyways, he comes picks me up, and we go out for dinner. It was fun, even though we talked about stuff that I wasn’t used to talking about. *Made me realize that I have way more serious issues than I thought*. After dinner we headed back to my house to watch a movie, make out, and chill with the family. Seems to be our trend, haha. It’s all good because we do go out, so it’s not like I’m a complete homebody.
