I’m not as happy as I could be, but I’m doing fine for now.
I used to hate Florida. The weather, the people — I just had no desire to be there. But you know what? It became one of my favorite places, thanks to you. Those two weeks we spent there were the best two weeks of my life. The humidity sucked and the crowd at Disneyworld wasn’t any better, but just being able to be with you for two weeks straight felt amazing. There was no stress or any obligations, just the two of us and the possibilities of doing absolutely anything. We didn’t do much, but at least we did something. I wish I could relive those two weeks on repeat. Until time travel or dimension jumps are possible, I’ll continue reminiscing our little adventure from time to time.
me: why are you talking to me while I’m in the bathroom?
brother: because this is the only time I can talk to you. you’re always in your room and your door’s always locked.
it’s so cute that my brother actually cares about me
getting distracted while trying to study for finals. seriously considering driving out to santa paula and getting my party on since i was stood up on my anniversary.
Saw baby sitting in the street and I was like, “watcha doing out here, gorgeous? You feelin’ better?” So I turned her on and got a response. The sound of her engine was definitely a yes (;
I swear, even the simplest things feels like a dagger stabbed me in the heart and slowly turned itself around.
I need a reliable car so I can drive off and go. I don’t like sitting in this house. I don’t like sleeping in this house. I need to get the fuck out. I need to get away from here. I need away from my family, I need out of America.