i ditched my high school graduation to chill and eat tim-tams with my boyfriend. i wore his socks today and we talked about shit like in 5 years and in 10 years what we would be doing. it was cute something was said about we could be lying in the exact same position that we were but in a totally different place. we also talked about kids and behavioral issues (lol) and stuff like how our relationship is like, maturing. kinda like beer. also, we were mucking around cleaning dishes and i hit him hard with a wooden spoon on his knuckes, he cracked it, and we had a fight and cried and shit but as always when i left neither of us wanted me to. it's sad but i must say that diagnosis-wise: it's unfortunate but i am, indeed, in love. also i need a fucking job. ♥!!