Thursday, 9:07 p.m.   Holes in Synapsis I miss you so hard. The Film Festival is in town. I want to go badly. badly badly badly. It's like the only thing worth looking into in this lonely world I've created around me. I miss you so hard. I wish you could see it with me. please I need a hug. I need your hug. Come and get me. I need to see your eyes. today was pretty boring. Everyone here drinks. it makes me sad. It's funny. It's nice here, but I'm unbearably lonely and whiny. I'm surprised anyone talks to me at all. The Formal is Saturday but I'm not sure anymore if I even have a date... My date's date informed me that my date already had a date...hm... lovely. It's all good though, I'm sure. I'm sorry. I'll talk about the good things here. Hmm. Even though it's cold and rainy all the time, when the sun is shining, things can get quite nice. And the grass is pretty here, all clovery and mossy. There is a rose bush in our yard and there is a rose in full blossom, with quite a few buds. Also, I have a cool bed. hmm. And I'm living in a city and have a bus pass, tomorrow's friday, and Saturday I get to wear a pretty dress. Life isn't bad, it's just lonely and sad. I wrote about my daydreams in maths today. It was funny because that cute little Gorillaz Asian boy was like "That's not math!" I was like , "um..whatchoo talking about?! of course it is!" and the Asian kid next to him was like, "Writing a letter to your boyfriend?" which was eerily accurate. Eerily accurate. Hehe. Anyway. Goodnight.