Date Night 🔒

4/12 9:10 A.M.

There's literally not a single person that I can talk to about what the fuck just went down. Not even Gemma, and she's Gemma. The least judgemental person I know.

I remember showing Will around my apartment, and he was honestly really nice and amazing. We drank some wine and it was a little weird with the whiteboard, but then I remember him writing "Can I kiss you?" and that's it.

I woke up and MY ASS HURT. Immediate indicator that I got fucked within an inch of my life last night, and worse than that, Will is still lying in the bed next to me. So instead of politely showering or something so that he could have a chance to leave, I started having a panic attack and woke his ass up.

Then I screamed out him to get out of my fucking apartment. And that we should never interact again. Because I'm in love with someone else. A fucking internet personality. I'm certifiably insane, and I know it. I ruined a perfectly good chance at a real relationship because I'm in love with Louis Tomlinson.

I feel really bad, but I think that I should own my decision. No one wants to deal with how crazy I am, after all.

Now, I should probably take some meds and sit in the bath. My ass like really hurts.