My tragus... worked it's way out. It was too close to the edge. I'll get it redone. ... When that piece of my skin heals back together.. and isn't cut in half.

Bleh.

He's so far away.. and sleeping by now. I miss him. He's so beautiful to me. I can imagine him curled up in his blanket. Snoring. Dreaming. And completely wiped out. Someone's trying to text him and his phone goes off loud. But doesn't wake him. He'll wake up early and work hard out in the sun. Text me something sweet and cute, saying how he's missing me something terrible. And I'll tell him something of the same.

I'll see him Friday. It's soo far from now. Ugh.


School soon.. And stuff. :/

Blah.