Hey, you. We still have an extraordinarily good contact and that’s awesome. But judging me and telling me what to do is not nice at all, especially that I’m not doing the same thing to you.
You tell me there’s no life without a sex life and someday I’ll understand it, and for now I should finally go ahead and spend more time flirting with boys and going to dates.
You know, there actually are moments when I feel that I’m not alive, but just undead. But it’s usually early in the morning before I have my coffee.
And that’s no reason to judge my life as a whole. There are lots of other things I do very well in. And I’m not sticking my nose into your sex life because I consider it your private business I have nothing to do with.