I think I’m going crazy. I’m drunk and in love and I smell you. I don’t know how this is possible but I’m trying so hard not to lose this scent, wherever it is coming from.
Goddammit I hate that I love you so much.
Goodnight.
What else is there to say?
Patricia Ferro. Seventeen years old. Currently sober and missing the drinking, but realizing there's more to life than just partying. Disney movies are still amazing to me, don't judge. Music, the beach, Harry Potter, the city, and cats are my favorite. Any quotes I post normally relate entirely to my life. That's about all I have to offer.
I’ve decided I wanna get super fucked up and trip out in the city. In fucking New York City. Oh my god. Please.
