The misadventures of Lance.

It's been a while since I posted last, and one of my last post was about Lance. That name feels so foreign to type now because he is definitely a thing of the past. The story of me and Lance was a short and easy one: We texted constantly, he never made a move, I questioned whether or not he liked me, he never replied, and he started talking to another girl named Carly. Carly is a hardcore druggie, doesn't take baths, and her mother is in jail for tying Carly's father to a bed and leaving him there to die...But honestly, I like Carly's style, because the day Lance rejected me for her, she decided that she didn't want him anymore. Oh, how karma sucks. I win.:]