Television off, party on.

So i am sitting in bed trying really hard not to cry. There is no one to cry to anyways but the computer screen. No one cares.

I will tell you one thing, almost every guy ive ever really wanted to be with i had at one point. I was snooty, or something didnt click right and all i can think about is how lonely i am most of the time.

And any boy you’ll ever meet sweetie you had me.

I want everything back. I want Tom back as my best friend, and i want this year different. Things will change.

One day i’m moving to London and none of this trivial stuff will matter.

I miss you.