Back from Quebec.
It's so weird to just be waking up wihtout a phone call & jumping on the bed of the others waking them with pillows causing such a fight; every morning. It was great. Quebec has a spark that "brings people together" as Alexp. would say. Laughing contests that would last at most 5 seconds with Kyra; "fixing" the fan as being so sneeky; taking pictures with the randomest people such as accordian guy, saxaphone guy, mister ghost, aldo guy, & capitan guy, with my loverly "Glam cam"; talking about hopping over the fence for the longest time ever; running around in the rain looking for a street that we just about past; partnering in twos & switching partners anyways; talking about picknics; "hunting" with JoshuaT; steeling the blue pillow which actually belonged to Vivian; crying over teachers remarks, when they ask if "something's wrong"; stalker guy who ended up to be somewhat a razeen look-a-like; pink carrages; the blond-haired lady who turned out to be JoshuaH.; the 4 ice creams eaten within 3 days; figuring out a whole number thing with the help of David&Alexp & pretty much everything that happened in Quebec was better than anything I thought it was going to be.
So the bus arrived back in markham; & I'm so glad there are no more mans with canes, or guys who give "free hugs" out on the streets. Of course, my dad's still in pickering; so I had to go to my house to wait. Now I'm back in markham; wondering how to put the things I want to say.
*edited-12:15
Alright. & Now I feel terrible. I can't do this; and I might just blow it again. It's so easy to do right now; but then it's going to change everything in one way or another. I wish that I could just let it out; I'm sorry. I miss you so much. & I am so very affraid.
You're the only one I would take a shot on; you keep me hanging on so contageously.