When I’m sad I reread our messages, and my mood instantly lifts.
If I’m forced to live on fucking North Campus next year, by myself of course, maybe I’ll finally get a black cat to keep me company.
It’s okay to sacrifice a little time for what could be a very good thing. I don’t know. No idea really. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a good feeling about this.
it’s coming back to me, un petit peu. Mais oui, j’espere qu’il viendra (??) ici.
i’m growing my nails out long as fuck. i’m about to have CLAWS :D
you crazy if you think i remember high school french