Thursday, 19 August 2010
02:27:13 AM (GMT)
As long as Kupika is up, no matter if you want to make a new account or not please
I love you, so, so much. You are my best friend, and this isn't going to change like
it did with everyone else.
Because I know this will work out for good. Although we're not together irl, and we
don't date, you're my other. You're my hetero life partner.
I don't care what people say, if people talk shit about you don't think I won't be
the first to step to bat for you. I want you to be happy more than anything. If you
want me to go jump off a bridge, tell me. I'll go do it.
And I expect you to do the same for me, and I know you will because I love you, and I
know you have mutual feelings for me.
You're my Sammy. And I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. I know this is really
sappy but I need a diary to make you and I cry every time we miss each other and to
If we decide to shift and go down our own ways, then so be it. As long as you're
happy I'm happy.
That's a lie, because I'll miss you more than anything. But I'll try.
Although our best memories are online, the moments in real life where we just sit
there and laugh about nothing and kissed make up for the distance.
Don't regret anything. At all. Because you only have one life and you should make the
best of it.
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his
I thought about that saying a lot.
I can't make you do anything, nor can anyone else. It's of your own free will, it's
your life. I won't control you, and if you think I am, tell me.
I'm so happy you've been there for me, when my mom smacked me and I wanted to do
nothing but cry you were the one who sat there with me and let me cry, and held me
and told me it would get better.
Sometimes that's all that I need. People don't tell me things will get better and
actually mean it, like you do.
I love how you spend the time of day you could be using with your friends to talk to
me. Although I don't like you leaving because you're practically all I have, I know
I'm in the wrong when I get pissed because I take you for granted. I should be glad
that you're out doing things you want to do, away from the internet.
I love you.
p.s. this diary made me sniffly.