I'm unsure how much I like the updates. The entry titles are miniscule, my old eyes can't see them. But the lack of spam comments will be nice. I woke up to him holding me tight, whispering 'I love you so much.' He had a dream that I died. It scared him. We snuggled for about an hour after that. Snuggled tight. Kissed. Whispered sweet nothings into each others ears. We talked about a lot of things yesterday. We talked about the things that the other one does that bother us. I told him I don't like how he doesn't kiss me or hold my hand. He told me he doesn't like me trying to make friends for him. We compromised. We agreed to help each other. But still, lunch would have been better if he was interested. I'm in the process of clawing my legs off due to the massive amount of bug bites I acquired. Maybe they tasted the wine in my blood. "Hey! mosquito friends, this blood is sweeter than everyone elses, let's feast!" Mmm, blood....