Things are going great.

This guy, he’s the one.

And I’m not just saying that.

But I feel like no one is taking me very seriously.

And that makes me kinda sad.

Shit, I fucked up again.

This is my last chance.

He’s made that quite clear.

I think I might go see my love during Christmas Break!

I have the money!

I just need permission to go ;w;

I can’t wait til next June :)

I’ll be free to take the next plane outta here and run into the open and welcoming arms of my love!

<3

Without the sour, the sweet wouldn’t taste.

Thanks Mr. Douchebag, for being such a dick and showing me exactly what I don’t need in my life.

And thank you Mr. Perfect, for being the sweetest and greatest man to ever exist and treating me exactly the way I want to be treated.

That fuckface’s immature behavior makes yours feel a million times more warm and loving.

Be mine forever okay? :)

All is well again.

I’m a good girl :)

The “Honeymoon Period” is now officially over.

The doubts are really sinking in now.

I’ve also gotten in trouble for doing something wrong. I’m receiving my first punishment later tonight. I’m not complaining though, because I messed up.

I’m gonna have to get used to the dominant/submissive relationship dynamic.

And so, this is where we see if this will be able to work or not.

He really is the best.

Maybe one day, I’ll let him read this blog.

If he earns it ;D