I'm on vacation! since wednesday, 15th July i'm at majorca. i still can't figure out if i miss him, or not. we met again and it was wonderful. i got him naked, oh yeah! don't think i'm slutty, i don't know what i'm doing, it is wrong but it feels right. making out with my best friend's brother..
i hate being here. i've been here 4 times before and everytime i got sicker. now i'm at the end and still this place is bringing me down. i hate the sun. the hot temperatures. the pool. the people. although there aren't so many people i feel uncomfortable when they're around. i want to be lonely, all by myself. the only person i'd like to have with me would be him, but only for the moments/hours i'd need him. oooh that would be great! too bad my dreams will never come true. i can be happy in 10 years. i'd love to have the same friends like now! they're supposed to be in my life. the same boy like now -yes, maybe i'm in love, but i won't show or even tell him. life is all about these 3 things: friends, love, money. in that order!