[journal entry] not in denial.
Hi dad.
No, I'm not writing this diary -- is this what it is? -- for you.
I just feed off the illusion that there's someone familiar around me while I confide thoughts to this worn-out notebook. Such a romantic I am, you'd be ashamed.
I'm making friends. This is almost difficult to believe, but moreover, I -- I think I told Natalie I loved her? And meant it.
Which confuses the hell out of me and makes me three sorts of happy at the same time. I'm such a dooolllttt, I swear.
No, I'm not writing this diary -- is this what it is? -- for you.
I just feed off the illusion that there's someone familiar around me while I confide thoughts to this worn-out notebook. Such a romantic I am, you'd be ashamed.
I'm making friends. This is almost difficult to believe, but moreover, I -- I think I told Natalie I loved her? And meant it.
Which confuses the hell out of me and makes me three sorts of happy at the same time. I'm such a dooolllttt, I swear.