Yesterday I had really heavy urges to go out and fuck up my life, but instead I contacted my FWB and told him about it. He’s been super busy with a project this week, so we haven’t chatted as much as we usually do.

When I told him he almost immediately called me and asked me to come sleep at his place, that way he was sure I wouldn’t go out and be rowdy. We had a really nice time yesterday cuddling and talking and watching silly videos on his computer.

Right now I’m laid in his bed, drinking coffee and scrolling on my phone while blabbing his ear off. He’s working on his project on one screen and playing hearthstone on the other. And I’m really fucking happy that I didn’t go out yesterday.