I am probably the luckiest person alive. If it wasn't for KS, i'd spend 3 damned nights crying alone at home.
Then again, i did spend the 3 nights crying. But at least he was there with me.
First night he stayed over. Second i stayed over at his place. Today wasn't supposed to be anything, but he agreed to stay over again because he didn't want me to be lonely [and also because i was on the verge of tears, again].
I actually already know that i really really hate being the only one at home, because of how much i detest it when i wake up/return home and no one else is around. I just didn't know it'd be this bad such that i'd freak out and cry. Thanks Boy for being there [or actually here] with me.
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