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It has taken me a week to admit this: I'm quite unhappy.

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As I received the news, my body instantly stiffened, blood was pumping through my body like a mother ef and all my mind could accommodate for were thoughts on you. In a blink of an eye, countless scenarios rushed in and out of my brain. My mind was trapped in a room which only you held access to. In those small moments..

someone once told me

If he wants you, he'll travel across river, sea, ocean and he'll be there for you.

poo you

These kinds of thoughts shouldn't be creeping up on me so frequently. You're making me second guess myself.

you guys make my summer

I actually can't believe how comfortable I am around all of you. I can say, eat, sit, grunt, look however I please around you. You all make me laugh to a point where I think I may go into cardiac arrest. You al reassured me about my "silly" insecurities and I was able to just relax those past three days. Thank you for giving me such a delightful holiday :)

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Omg leave, now.

split second

I absolutely hate it when you pop into my mind like that. And the scary thing is that your appearance today was for a positive note.

Re: C

I love you to the world and back, don't you ever doubt that. When those seven months are over, I will still be here, the same person who will update you on everything (literally), who will laugh at the silliest things you point out to me, and I will be here to reassure you that not only me, but everyone else adores you. I honestly am not too sure how I will survive those seven months without you, but I will remind myself that you're having the best time over there and it is something you need.

You are like a sister to me; nothing will change when you get back - maybe just an influx of stories that I will be dying to hear.

♥

that's cute

“We’re all a little weird. And life is weird. And when we find someone
whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into
mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.”
― Robert Fulghum

the good

J'ai aimé quand tu m'as appelé chaque nuit et nous pouvions parler pour des heures. Quelque fois, celle me manque.

#thingsihate

Overthinking things like a mother ef.