So last night was amazing. I went down to the beach with my best friend armed with cigarettes and alcohol and we chilled there and drunk for awhile. We even swam out to a raft with 2 drinks each and a packet of cigarettes and went and sat on a little raft 200m out in the ocean.
Then, C, the guy I like came to see me with his friends. Everyone was really wasted by this point. All night he was holding my hand, had his arm around me or was kissing my forehead. I felt so safe and protected, sitting there with his hand in mine, wearing his jacket. He spent the whole night telling me how beautiful I was, and that he'd be with me in a heartbeat. He's the biggest player out, so its not like I believe that for a second. But its nice to hear, I guess.
He walked me home, holding my hand all the way and kissed me goodnight. It was the cutest fucking thing that has ever happened to me, honestly.
Yesterday I ate a chicken and lettuce sandwich, and today I had a fucking potato top pie, and some chips. I might make noodles for dinner later, I'm not sure.
Omg I'm gonna die, that was the cutest night of my life. I'm still wearing his jacket, c:
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