I think I might have been deleted. Not funny.

Here we are… only about an hour from Heathrow, thank bloody goodness ( Read more... )

He’s thinking again. Thinking so hard it almost makes my skin crawl from across the room. Could do with a bit less of that, in my opinion. Bloke looks so much better with a smile on his face. A real smile, not that “See? I can smile.“ look that he puts on to humor me. The only time I’ve seen Wes give a real smile in the last few weeks is ( Read more... )

I snagged Wes’ laptop to type this journal. I’ll load it up when we hit the ground. Wes doesn’t know what I’m working on… probably thinks I’m playing video games or some such rot ( Read more... )