There it goes again. That feeling that crawls up through my body giving me a sick to my stomach feeling. The feeling I get when I feel something is off. Today is the day of the month I look forward to. The day of i draw tiny pretty hearts all over my day planner. Its feels like all the blood in my body just rushed straight to my head and I start to get hott. uncomfortable. I try not to think about it, but its the only thing thats more importnant then any other thought. this is just another sign, a hint.. that what I feel is true. I can't put my finger on it but I think its safe to call it the L word. just ignore any small things I might do to upset you. I am a fuck up so fuck me