Sometimes I find myself missing Jake. But in reality I just miss the feeling of being all cute and shit with someone.
I’m tired of everything.
I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to my grandpa before he passed, but I did get to see my grandma before she did. I remember sitting by her bedside and all I could do was cry because I knew she was dying and I didn’t want her to go. She held my hand and asked me to smile for her. So I did, and she said “There’s that beautiful smile. I love that smile so much.” I don’t think I ever cried so much before. And it’s so random that I’m thinking about them right now. I just wish they could have lived long enough to watch their grandchildren grow up and see us succeed as best as we could in life. I miss them so much. But I know they’re watching over me.
I’m extremely attracted to guys with blonde hair and blue eyes.
I just want tea and cuddles.
I just want someone I can kiss and fuck around with every once in a while.
That’d be nice.
I’m feeling much happier now compared to the past few weeks.
This is good, I feel good.
I’m a fucking tool.
Remember, remember the fifth of November; the gunpowder, treason, and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
I fucking knew it.