The struggle is real
It hasn’t even been 12 hours. My mind is lost, and I can’t think about anything other than his stupid face and his beautiful eyeballs. God damn it. I’m pathetic. So I’v decided that when I start to think about him being far far away in fucking Canada he is too bust wondering what I am doing and who I am with at all times. Yeah, I like the way that sounds. Be too distracted by the fact that you’re in a different country than I am to be able to function like a normal person. GET YOUR WHITE ASS BACK HERE.