So much for trying to twerk. "Shit how would I do this?"

Yesterday I couldn't sleep because I was learning how to the catwalk, almost sprained my ankle when I wore heels.

This is so hard, why couldn't I be like Charlotte who got pregnant?. Wish I had gotten pregnant, then I'd make him pay for flirting with another girl.

Poor Donald, he's been punished for his actions. Should I sneak downstairs and watch a movie, maybe he would come out later.

I went downstairs ad saw him sleeping, my heart flipped, the way his chest rose and fell sent tingly sensations down my spine, had the pull to kiss...