Goddamn, I can’t stop thinking about her.

I met this girl in North Carolina last year. Okay, to be fair it‘s only February and I was there over New Year’s Eve. But still, it‘s a way too long time to think about a girl I only met once.

I wish I could get her out of my mind, I‘m going crazy about her, that soft hair, those sweet lips on mine. God, she tasted like strawberries. How would I forget her?

So here I am, in my bed, it‘s 2pm and I couldn’t get my ass up yet. I just want to get drunk, actually rather stoned, but I‘m not even in the mood to get up and get something to shoot my brain away.