Age: 18 year 3 months 22 days

7:39 pm

I’m supposed to be writing a paper. It’s due Monday. I’m not stressed, but I can’t write it. I can’t stop thinking about redacted. I hope that he can’t write his papers because all he can think about is me. That would be sweet, but horrible because these are due. And I don’t want to stop thinking about him. I don’t want to stop thinking about last night dancing, or talking, or hugging. I want to hug him. I want to see him. I don’t want to do anything else.

 But I have to. And I will. This paper is cool. I just need to write it. And I want to. I want it to be good. That’s why I’ll write it tonight.

 It was wonderful being with him. And dancing… And laughing… And hugging… 

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