I was never a jealous person until he walked in to my life. I'm having a hard time deciding if this is a bad thing or not. 

You're writing a story that's already been written. But I never really cared for non fiction.

There are few worse things in life than when you're trying to poop at work and someone is standing outside of the very thin bathroom door.

I fall asleep and wake up next to the most incredible person in the world every day of my life. 

Have you ever loved somebody so much that you hate not being able to fall asleep when they're sleeping because you hate every moment you have to be awake without them?

I'm disgusting.