So. I cried. A lot. To his face. I had to. I had to let ihm know how much I hated him. I feel a little better. I miss my boyfriend. I want this weekend to fast forward to Sunday. I'm all set with tonight and tomorrow. Except tomorrow night. Yeah, Tomorrow night is going to be amazing. I just get to cuddle and kiss my mushpie until my lips fall off.
I've been trying to hang out with an old friend. Things between us don't feel as terrible as I once was convinced of.
I don't miss this house, you know. It's just become a sad, familiar place that I try hard to avoid at all costs.
My family blows. Well, my family in Hanover at least.