Blarghh

God, this hurts more than I can say. I've never felt the absence of you as much as I do at this very moment. It's pathetic how happy that kiss on the forehead made me... I am a sad excuse for a human being right now.

To top it all off? My parents think I'm not eating. Or bulemic. And have a MySpace. I am/have none of those things. I guess I'm just stressed.

Hopefully tomorrow will be enough to steamroller my worries?

"I meet you in every dream."

--Alexander Hamilton to his wife

♥

P.S.: My hands still smell like papaya. =D

P.P.S.: My favorite Miss Fletcher pictureee: