Yesterday, I was dying in my hotel by my frikken self. So Harriet and Joaqui (Miguel) came to my hotel and we just did absolutely nothing, watch tv. And then whatever, we went to go meet up with Ralph, drove to Alfie's house, got him and then we ended up in a park and Harriet and I walked across the Credit River. It was pretty gross I must say.
And today is no different, I'm still fucking bored and time has been moving so fucking slow.
Speaking of slow.
Yet another song that explains my feelings.
whoever stole my blackberry, will read my notes. and know my true feelings for one boy NO ONE knows about.
:(
xoxo.
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