I cannot stop smiling. It's partly due to the woose but the rest was for all of you. It was just like old times tonight, The Best Times. I love my friends, they make me so happy. I love my life. I really like sickboy. It feels good to know I am capable even, though I know I shouldn't go near. Even though I know eventually it's going to hurt. I hate how much of my smiling was for him. I love how easily he makes me smile, loose my words and loose every thought in my head. I think I may be in trouble here :)
I don't love the fact you keep muscleing in on things that have nothing to do with you, talking to people you don't know is one thing, but talking to people you claim to dispise isn't on. It's just pathetic. LET ME GO! I have you.
PEOPLE STOP ASKING ME ABOUT THE CRINGE WORTHY. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing that night. I had far to much to drink. This is why I prefere other things... Atleast I know what I'm doing on them.
I miss you. More than I realised. Please come back soon.
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