The photos me and G took in the forest the other day, before the concert. I've been crying every evening for the past few days. Well, except last night. I promised my mum I wouldn't. I miss L more than ever. I guess just talking to him would make me feel ten thousand times more happy. Apart from that nothing really special is happening, I went to see "Prince of Persia - Sands of Time" to feast my eyes on the cute Jake Gyllenhaal and got a book by Sylvia Plath. My mum is afraid that I'll commit suicide.
But all I really want now is just L, only L.
