violently

You know, I guess he wouldn't be with me at all if he didn't feel the same way. He's had plenty of opportunities to leave me or whatever, and he hasn't. I turned into a emo mess this morning and afterwards we just laid in bed at watched Platoon. And he held my hand almost the entire time.

I need to learn how to stop being a sandy bagina.

In other news, I have to go to the doctor this week because my stomach is all effed to hell and I can't eat or sleep or drink a lot of water, and now I'm getting nosebleeds. Fabulous. I hope it is nothing serious. If anyone wants to come over and watch Spongebob and cuddle with me and feed me soup intravenously, feel free to hit me up.

Back to laying...