'You know how you sound, Mr. Blaine? Like a man who's trying to convince himself of something he doesn't believe in his heart. '

I need a good sleep and to not have a cold and I need to see people that don't go to my school and I need party cake and the pontoon or tullys house or the park at clifton hill or anywhere else comforting and associated with situations where I was happy even if my memory is just really bad and I only remember the good things which I guess is a lot better than just remembering when you were sad and I need a sleepover where I stay up all night and take selfies on tullys mac and watch movies about lesbians and then see the sunrise and drink milo and feel happy and tired and awful but at home. And I need to feel at home. And close to things.
I don't think we were unhappy last summer. I don't think I was at all. We all loved each other without being sad or scared or insecure or anything or maybe that was just me. But everything and everyone was so bright and we did things for the first time, all the time, we actually did things and perhaps I was just sheltered but fuck theres not anything wrong with that really and it's too late for me to be blogging about anything sensical. My throat is sore so I am rambling.

'There you go baby, here am I
Well you, left me here so I could sit and cry
Golly gee, what have you done to me
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore'