Little Boy Lost

I hate seeing paparazzi pictures of Ernests. Dodging cameras. He look so sad. Now I’m sad. Welcome to the ridiculous world of a psycho fangirl. She feels for celebrities and have zero interest in real life situations. The quickest escape route, in her defense.

Ernests is special. Yep, paid-for-Swedish-prostitues-Ernests. Th dude’s a keeper.

Love is blind, deaf and numb. Real or fake love. Doesn’t really matter to me. It comes to a point where I don’t care what you think anymore. Even what you’re saying to me is useless. Nothing’s gonna bring me down.

I need to start worrying. Cause the Latvian wonderboy can coax a smile even when I’m madpiss. The insanity.

AO is starting soon.

To be honest, I’m a little depressed. Why? Cause I’m not there dying of heatstroke.

Breathe

I needed a day off. Badly. And I got half.

I think it’s enough for now.

I’m pretty sure seeing Ernests battle it out against Andy Murray on Centre Court will definitely put a silly grin on my face. icantblardywait. You know, I can’t remember the last time I saw any of his match on telly.