May 04, 2010 14:54
Day Seven.
A week now and I'm not used to not having mark around. In front of him I can make a mess when I eat, lick my dirty fingers, trip over curbs / nothing at all, sing out-of-tune at the top of my lungs (more like yelling, really), act cute and get away with it, sweat like a cow and still be kissed. With you I can really be myself and know that I am wholly loved. Without you I am lost and sad and awkward.
Thankful for good friends who love me / mark enough to show me extra concern to tide me over; I can wake them up at seven in the morning and yet not get screamed at. I bought books yesterday, four for myself and one for the bf's father. It feels great to do something nice for special people.
Ten days never seemed so long, oh come on 14th May hurry up. Please.
souljaaaboy