June 22nd: Shut up.
It's almost 9am and all I can think about is gods, I can't wait to see you.
Now that I've arrived, I'm really nervous. What if you don't like me anymore? It has been 20 days after all. Or something like that.
I can't stop staring. I'm such a creep. Though, I did get your attention. And a hug.
I'm good now.
