Nah.

Wow, an internet diary. It's like I'm really sixteen years old again.

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I'm gonna skin this fucking asshole I swear on all that is holy I will cover him in salt

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Thank you god.

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Incredible.

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This better not turn out to be vaguely attractive.

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But more importantly when did I become slightly attracted to him.

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The magical moment wherein I'm not sure if he's joking or actually offering me dick pics.

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When did I go so soft. I'm lonely. 

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I'm really, really looking forward to seeing him again.

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I'm not sure if he's ignoring me or not so I hope my responding to his post isn't weird.

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I haven't spoken English in almost a month. I'm going to embarrass myself on the dashboard.

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I finished crying about Finn about a week ago and then I cried last night about Snitch. I think I might be making up for the past twenty or so tearless years. Here I thought my eyes had run dry.

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I feel like a complete asshole

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I guess he probably would have wanted me to get out of bed eventually

ugh

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the snow's all gone

don't think this means I'm going outside

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less than a week

he dies less than a week after he tells me he loves me

fuck this fuck me I am so fucking done I hate this world

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god fucking damn it

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Part of me is surprised that I didn't hesitate before responding. I don't know the last time I've said anything like that to anyone. I don't know if I want to strangle him or check on him to make sure he's okay.