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Rock bottom has a basement—and I just found it.
I’ve been head over heels, write it in my diary over and over in love with my best friend Preston Young, pretty much my entire life.
You’d think after decades of hiding my feelings I’d want to reveal my lifelong secret love to my best friend privately, but NOPE.
As the queen of ridiculously grand romantic gestures,
I chose a Jerry Springer style television reveal.
I’ll spare you the anxiety-inducing details and just say, it didn’t...work out the way I thought it would.
Cue crawling into a deep dark hole of wine, ice cream, and sad ass movies.
I’m never showing my face again.
Okay, so maybe he stormed off the stage and rejected me on live television.
And maybe when his older brother came over to comfort me...I kissed him.
So much for getting my sh*t together.
It was just a kiss.
And then a few more.
And then so many toe-curling O’s my brains are permanently scrambled.
One minute I’m pining for my best friend,
The next I’m falling for his brother,
And to make matters worse...now my best friend thinks he might be in love with me?
I didn’t know it was even possible to screw up this bad.
Am I destined to make one giant laughable mistake out of my life,
Or did I miss what’s been right in front of me this entire time?