I MISS YOU.
There, I said it.
I hate myself sometimes. I’m such a fucking idiot. I don’t know how to not hate myself, though, so I guess I’m stuck with this feeling.
☺ I love you moar. ♥ I’m pretty sure I will keep it up because I’m sick of just writing shit down in a notebook and not showing anyone. Even if it’s just “Internet people” that’ll be reading this, I feel like that’s okay because Internet people are awesome. ily ♥♥♥
OKAY, I WILL ♥♥♥ I’LL MISS YOU ON MY ADVENTURES AND STUFF c:
Have I told you I love you lately omg? Let’s do that. We can find a really tall building and throw them over the edge. I feel like that would be super therapeutic.
YOU’RE SUCH A WONDERFUL FRIEND, KELLY, AND I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH ♥♥♥
I love the Internet. I love the Internet a lot. For the past week—my first week of summer vacation—I’ve done pretty much nothing but waste time on Tumblr and Twitter. However, today I realized I’m sick of doing that. That’s not living, you know?
Well, I suppose it’s a form of living because certainly there are people that spend the majority of their lives staring at a computer screen, but it’s not the way I want to live. I told myself back in April that I would DO something this summer. I’m going to do something this summer. I’m sick of sitting in my room, curtains tightly shut, and staring at my laptop screen all day. I want to go outside, get a tan, drive to the New Hampshire coast with my best friend, read lots of books, eat at that weird dark restaurant in Montreal…whatever. I just know I don’t want this summer to go to waste. I don’t want to spend June through August adding stupid
text posts to my pathetic “Anthony” tag or fangirling over Gabe Landeskog’s Swedish tweets.
I’m going to do stuff, starting today. Important stuff. :)
I like you a lot. I don’t know if you know that. Honestly, I think you’re great. You’re one of my best friends - at least, I hope you still are - and, quite honestly, you’re fantastic.
Well…you’re douchetastic, actually. You’ve got some growing up to do. That’s okay, though, because so do I.