Well, tonight I'm doing okay. It was a good day. I woke up around 8:00 then fell back asleep. I finally woke up again around 11:00. I got up and went to town with my mom and when we got back I took two naps until T called. We talked for about 20 minutes because his friend was with him and he was going to the lake. I took my third nap after he hung up. I woke up and my mom said that my brother was coming over.
When my brother arrived he had a new car. Well, a Jeep. I black one. I loved it just saying. We ate and then went to the house we are working on. I didn't want to go, but I did anyways. When we got there a lot of memories came back of my ex and I. It was depressing me and finally I had to go to the car so I wouldn't cry. When we got back my brother left and that's when T called. When I answered he said I sounded tired I told him that I was and he explained his day. His sleepy voice is adorable by the way.
Anyways, we started to talk about my ex and how fucked up I was about all of it. He said that he was always here to help me and that I could talk to him anytime. That's when we started to talk about everything. Just like, literally everything. We talked for an hour and finally I told him that I had to go and clean the kitchen he said. I'll miss you and I laughed.
We said our goodbye.
Loves.
That's what we say when we have to go.
I said loves and hung up.
God, thanks T for making me happy through all of this.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Dead Diary
Non-FictionThis is a thoughts story. So if you aren't interested then don't read. Also if you are going to read and then complain in the comments, fuck off.
