my absence isn’t something I’m happy about.

I am swamped with a tidal wave of work, both with school and my mental state.

My drama exam has crept up to this Friday and I kissed a boy for my part that wasn’t tommy. I was basically about 13 years old when it happened.

Is it bad that I liked it? his lips were extensively soft. but I knew the boy I loved wasn’t on the end of them, which was sad.