When we’re together I always think of breaking up. When we’re apart, I keep thinking of getting back together. I miss my boo 😦
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When we’re together I always think of breaking up. When we’re apart, I keep thinking of getting back together. I miss my boo 😦
I love when you call me boo.
What is wrong with you? Tell me!
I woke up with a weird white patch on the floor of my mouth, under my tongue. I’m starting to think my body is having a good time with my cancer-panic. Like it’s got its own sense of humor. If it’s not gone tomorrow I’m going to the doctor or dentist.
I love the fact that you inspect yourself so thoroughly every morning. You just inspired me to look in my own mouth. (Looks fine, by the way.)
Ha. I love the image of the thorough inspection. It was kind of hard to miss. Feeling it was the first waking sensation I had.
How’s your mouth?
I decided to wait until Monday. Just in case I am being dramatic.