Ahhh, just seeing you again bring be joy, make me wanna sing, but of course I won't. When I walk into class, I think about you, talk to my friends, think about you, scroll through my phone, think about you, feed my dog, think of you. No matter what task I'm given, I just can't seem to stop thinking about you. Ah the way you play my thoughts, it makes me happy yet so sad, because although I want you, I don't have you, and it hurts me.
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Love Journal
RandomJust a venting book where I will post all my gushie feelings, instead of leaving them to dust in my notes. So a diary, well yeah I guess 🐲. Oh and some of theses date back sooooooooo yee yee
