I want a boy. Who would shove ice cream in my face. Who will wrestle with me. Who treats me with respect. Who will call me at four i the morning to tell me he cant stop thinking about me. Who sings to me, eve
I had manners. I was fairly attractive. I was funny. My life fell apart when I was diagnosed with stupid fucking breast cancer. I don't give a fuck if I have manners, my looks were destroyed. I lost my sense of humor.