I’m just trying to be nice and shit and talk you outa suicide but you don’t fucking care. So why should I care. And since when did caring for a friend become creepy?!?! You’re dumb as fuck.
I just end up with an upset stomach
Oh well. You have things to work out and I respect that. We can always try again another time.
Going to see the Harlem Globetrotters today. First time seeing them, and I’m really excited.
This 17 year old has only two years to live because he has aids. He hasn’t been to Disneyland because his family can’t afford it. The only people that he knows are his sister and mother. It makes me sad that the aids virus is taking yet another innocent person from this world.
I’m taking you to Disneyland.
For the rest of the day, we’re going to take those cheesy cliche pictures that every other couple takes, because we’re already here and we might as well. I want something for us to look back on later. I mean, it doesn’t hurt to take snapshots of the moments we have together, and make them last.
We’ll walk around and laugh at things, or people that we find funny. We’re going on every ride and watching every show. As we wait in line, I’m going to kiss you every chance I get because I’m ridiculously affectionate like that. We’re also getting matching Mickey and Minnie gloves, okay? Just because I want us to match. And as we watch the fireworks later that night we can hold each other’s hands.
I have a feeling we’ll have the best day anyone could have here. I’ll make damn sure of it. We’re going to have a day all to ourselves, just you and I. No distractions, no nothing. Just us. We owe it to ourselves. All of the waiting and being patient, it’s all worth it when I get to be with you.
They say that Disneyland is the happiest place on Earth, but to be honest… As cheesy as it sounds, the happiest place on Earth for me is anywhere where I’m near you. And I can’t wait to cross this off of our to-do list.





