Im glad that there are still people there for me. That im actually not alone. There's people who geninuely care for me and that's enough. Thank you for the love and faith. :')
Anyway its been two days since i received a call from my babe. He finally called tonight i was damn glad. Could really hear that voice of his for a million years. Lol i thought he wouldnt call because it's already eleven. Damn worried for a moment there's a connection problem. All is over and good now. Talked for like about half an hour. He's like suffering inside my poor boy. Just two more days and he will be out. Major cant wait. I really want to give him a hugeass bear hug and tell him how much i have missed him but hell no im not allowed to because he's in his bloody camp suit lol
I really wish i could listen to my own advice. Everything will be great if i really did. I am quite impressed by my own thoughts actually somehow... but i find it really hard to fathom myself. Even i dont understand myself sometimes. Damn really?!