I have been thinking:

Is Hermes the new Mr. Darcy? I kinda hope not. Actually, I really hope this doesn't happen. At all. Which is weird.

I hope you're following me here. If you aren't, get lost. If you are, thanks.

Real-personal journal entry from this morning:

Oh my god.
Oh my god.
It's all I keep saying in my head.
Looking up at you. Here. It's great.
Butterflies.
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I'm so cliche.
Now you're gone. And the awkward glances no longer happen.

Oi.

Hej hej,

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