I like playful relationships. I’ll call you a dumbass and a fag cause saying ‘babe’ all the time gets old. I’ll bite you. I’ll laugh at you. I’ll push your buttons just to see you get mad cause it’s cute. I’ll hit you playfully.. I’ll hold you from behind. I’ll make stupid faces with you. We’ll do stupid things.
What are those things called again? I believe its called self-fulfilling prophecies. Yeah, well I think I’m the latest victim to fall to that. I fear I will get sick. And sure enough I probably will. My body will work against me. It will feel dirty, disgusting, unclean. And it will automatically seek to purge itself clean. I just know this is horrible timing. The next three weeks will sum up my semester and I don’t need to be all sickly and catatonic during them. I hope I can trick my body into being healthy. I hope I can trick my mind. I already lost my appetite.
I love Yosemite. Its just such a beautiful place. When I was younger, my family would go there during the summer for a week just to camp and enjoy ~the great outdoors. We’re really into nature and outdoor activities, so we love it. We still go when we can. One memory that stands out the most would have to be the time we went rafting per usual and happened to find a deserted lagoon. We beached our rafts and lounged there the whole day. Munching on all the snacks and just goofing around. It was hot and the water is always icy cold so it was perfectly balanced. I just have such a vivid memory of that day. Its nice to just close my eyes and feel the hot sun on my shoulders and the breeze against my wet body. I can even feel the squishy sand between my toes in my water socks. I hope this memory never leaves me.