ugh i miss him so fucking much
how very inconvenient
i’m going to lose weight this summer. and take care of my skin and my hair and my legs and my elbows and make myself pretty so he’ll be pleasantly surprised when he sees me again. not that he thinks i’m ugly. he constantly tells me that i’m pretty but i want to believe for myself that i’m pretty. that would make me happy. and i’m prettiest when i’m happy. it’s like that. yanno?