Hormones are BALLS.

They take a painful situation and make it feel even shittier. 

I whined to my friend Sue via messenger about my day. Being second. BALLS. Money. BALLS. It’s a big ol’ fucking princess pity party. 

Boy side and I went out to my good friends house party. I drank waaaaay to much and things got sexy. Which is awkward as hell when you KNOW everyone.  I had flirty kisses with a 22 year old that boy side watched. It was hot but OMG 22!! Young boy did text me 2 days later which completely floored me, but he was just being gentlemanly. Very sweet. I question my sanity.