So I’m feeling a bit better than I did yesterday. I think I just needed to cry and sleep. Which I did a lot of.
My cold sores are worse. My top lip is so swollen I look like Pete Burns D: I’m doing everything I can to get rid of them. I have so many vitamins and creams and light device that’s supposed to cut the time you have them in half. It’s just really hard to eat/drink and it’s itchy and uncomfortable.
So my weekend with Danny was great. It started off with a hiccup because my family wouldn’t let me stay with him which is understandable but I really wanted to spend the whole weekend with him. So I met him on Friday at about 5. I’m normally really uncomfortable meeting new people (even though I’ve been speaking with him since November and I do know him) but with him I was comfortable straight away. I showed him the horse with the cone on its head and we went back to my home town to the hotel just to chill and get comfortable until I had to go home.
I went down early on Sunday morning and we spent pretty much all day in the hotel watching videos on youtube and sleeping >< Then we went to Mcdonalds and that was it. It sounds like a waste of day but I really really enjoyed it.
On Sunday we were going to go to Glasgow and get Japanese food but the trains were weird because it was Sunday so we didn’t. We went to my house instead to meet my family and watch films. My gran really likes him. She keeps going on about how nice he is. And hopefully he can stay in my house next time he visits. Also, and this is a big thing even if it doesn’t sound like it, my cats like him. D’argo was bound to like him because he likes everyone. But Chiana sat with him for 10 minutes letting him scratch her. This is a big thing because Chiana only lets me touch her. We watched 2 nights of a Coheed and Cambria dvd and The Room which is honestly the worst greatest film ever.
I love these two pictures.
We had to get up early on Sunday because his bus left Glasgow at 8:20. It was so hard saying goodbye to him because he’s not just my boyfriend but one of my best friends, too. We share the same sense of humour, we share the same interests, I can talk to him about everything and anything and for endless hours. He gave me one of his hoodies to comfort me which I love, it’s so big and comfortable and it smells like him.
My dad is still pissed at me because he doesn’t want me in a relationship with someone in England. He thinks he’s going to lose me but he’s not. And he wouldn’t even meet him because he’s conscious of his appearance since his accident.
Sorry for all of the Danny posts but he's a big part in my life now.
I hope everyone had a good weekend :)