Here’s a confession hotter than a churro at Disneyland: I don’t really have close friends. I’m that girl who smiles for selfies but secretly knows the exit map better than the menu. My walls have been up so long they’re practically a national monument — and when somebody tries to get close, my reflex is to push them away faster than a bad dick pic in the DMs.
Here’s a confession hotter than a churro at Disneyland: I don’t really have close friends. I’m that girl who smiles for selfies but secretly knows the exit map better than the menu. My walls have been up so long they’re practically a national monument — and when somebody tries to get close, my reflex is to push them away faster than a bad dick pic in the DMs.