Uhuh

Uhm. Haven't been updating lately. Was in theater camp, was fun and all.

So anyways D wrote 3 (!!!) mails since last Sunday, which is like a minor miracle because what I usually get from that lazy motherfucker is a text after two weeks of silence.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm addicted to him.
He proposed this "game": to every mail we write to each other we include a question. That way we get to know each other better. So.Fucking.Cute. It's so cliche and all that shit but I couldn't help but grin and think "awwwwww that is so sweet!" Right. I'm pretty stupid when it's about him. But he makes me so, so, so happy, even though it's painful most of the time. I must be a masochist.

/P.