Tomorrow just serves to commemorate the worst day of my life. My head hurts from all the crying, and emotions running through my head. Graduation is almost here, and it’s weird knowing how many graduations he attended, and how we probably took mine for granted. It sucks meeting another milestone without my dad. I just miss him a lot I guess.
I had a dream last night about someone that meant a lot to me but shouldn’t have, along with someone who should’ve meant a lot to me, but didn’t.
Literally fucking waited to talk to Jamie on the phone so I could plan to see him and end things with him in person, because over the phone is gay, and motherfucker beat me to it. Over the phone tho. And literally all I want is my scrabble board. All. I. Want.