I miss you, but I can't tell you. I'll never tell you. But I do. If I put it out there it might reach the right person, and I won't have to miss anyone.

I'm supposed to be doing my linking material but I can't.
And I have drama second class, I think she expects it to be learned off.

Ow. My heart feels like I've had too much caffeine when quite the opposite is true. I want to sleep. And cry. Not necessarily in that order.