Sara. Boston. Been winging life since 1991. I tend to cry over grown men slapping a piece of rubber around a rink.
sometimes i miss being a loner like in high school because now i crave human interaction like it’s a fucking drug and it gets really inconvenient at times
basically. I mean not that I’m not a loner now but it was somewhat a choice in high school and now its not at all and I fucking want is to be around people all the time doing fun things. actually no it doesn’t even need to be fun.