i just wannt sing a song with you
i fucking love
rome
the stolzer family
eddy
my best friend
flirty (and sexy) italians who try their best to get a little American ass
Massimo
the spanish steps
a particular german named flo
these past 2 weeks in Italy with Jax have been unreal...i cant even believe it all happened.. and went by so fast :(
want to know what i fucking hate?
picture getting stood up by a guy
now multiply that by 100
what you get is this awfulireallywanttocry feeling that is swarming around my head
why? because i am sitting in Connor's bedroom right now, on his computer. We are supposed to be enjoying 3 nights together in London...a trip planned almost a year ago. Where is Connor? In the United f-ing States with his sister and mom. Why? Good question. i'm dying to know. He didnt call, or even email...the fact that i was in Europe would have been a bad excuse..leaving a message with my parents was definetly an option.
Sadly, i actually tried to partialy convince myself that my dad was just kidding when he told me that Connor was back in the States...i imagined him waiting for me at the train station or something..and a really surprised grin on my face.
So i think i will just go to sleep in Connor's bed while my dad and his dad sip their whiskey, get annoyingly drunk and reminisce about old times at the Trek and their college years. Tomorrow my dad leaves to do business in northern England and i will just have to wander around London by myself. I know, i know, it's London for Christ's sake...*shut up lucy* I will try my hardest to enjoy my 3 days here...lots of theatre, regents park and shopping. Yeah, it'll be good.
The hardest thing is that when i get home he will be an hour away...and it will be so tempting to go stay with him in Boston for a few days. I want to see him, badly, but i want him to know how much he has hurt me and how much he really screwed up this time.
a good 12 hours of sleep sounds really good right now...a bit of heatstroke + miles of walking around Rome + slightly still hungover from one of the many fabulous nights in Italia = soo tired
i love you.
rome
the stolzer family
eddy
my best friend
flirty (and sexy) italians who try their best to get a little American ass
Massimo
the spanish steps
a particular german named flo
these past 2 weeks in Italy with Jax have been unreal...i cant even believe it all happened.. and went by so fast :(
want to know what i fucking hate?
picture getting stood up by a guy
now multiply that by 100
what you get is this awfulireallywanttocry feeling that is swarming around my head
why? because i am sitting in Connor's bedroom right now, on his computer. We are supposed to be enjoying 3 nights together in London...a trip planned almost a year ago. Where is Connor? In the United f-ing States with his sister and mom. Why? Good question. i'm dying to know. He didnt call, or even email...the fact that i was in Europe would have been a bad excuse..leaving a message with my parents was definetly an option.
Sadly, i actually tried to partialy convince myself that my dad was just kidding when he told me that Connor was back in the States...i imagined him waiting for me at the train station or something..and a really surprised grin on my face.
So i think i will just go to sleep in Connor's bed while my dad and his dad sip their whiskey, get annoyingly drunk and reminisce about old times at the Trek and their college years. Tomorrow my dad leaves to do business in northern England and i will just have to wander around London by myself. I know, i know, it's London for Christ's sake...*shut up lucy* I will try my hardest to enjoy my 3 days here...lots of theatre, regents park and shopping. Yeah, it'll be good.
The hardest thing is that when i get home he will be an hour away...and it will be so tempting to go stay with him in Boston for a few days. I want to see him, badly, but i want him to know how much he has hurt me and how much he really screwed up this time.
a good 12 hours of sleep sounds really good right now...a bit of heatstroke + miles of walking around Rome + slightly still hungover from one of the many fabulous nights in Italia = soo tired
i love you.