January 2012
I hate math.
I absolutely hope that I don’t have to ever take it again after this exam…fingers and toes crossed that I’m going to be able to pass it. Sunday and Monday I’m going to my parent’s place so I can get some help from my dad…which is very odd because I don’t like doing math with him in the slightest, that’s how desperate I am to do good on this shit....
Come home and call me.
so we can talk for hours about absolutely nothing but cute stuff and about how much we care about eachother and how we never ever stopped but had to hide it to save our dignities. And then I can tell you about all the adventures I want us to go on and then when we get off the phone I can gush about how cute you can be and how happy I am about being honest. Lalala, I’m just going to go do my...
