*cue Natalie Imbruglia 'Torn" song"
I am so fucking torn.
I just got home from a night out with the guy I like.
I love Papi... well I think I do... I know he loves me very much. And he just told me that he would get me the fucking $12,000 Panerai watch that i liiiiiikey. In H.K.... Maybe it's not love but guilt? Maybe it's my need for unnecessary luxury.
I hate this feeling.
