dear the diary of you,

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if i had to pick a favourite day, this one would be it - 

it's october 2018, and you sat down one day and really wanted to describe this one magical 24 hour period that couldn't be replicated. here it is to remind you what was once happening and what could still happen again, only time will tell...

"[to future you]"

last night was your bands ep launch and you know what all the important people came and that made you so damn happy like how much fun was that you got a new t-shirt out of it and you’re matching with your girls! there was more jumping then ever and you got so carried away you were about to introduce someone to your friends as your boyfriend because you couldn't get him off your mind

your hype woman is such a lil angel and she spilled the 'no making moves on the girl' rule that came to be after my performing debut which now makes more sense I couldn’t help but laugh (what are the odds) but she made it feel real and she was rooting for it which makes going into this a guess a little easier with all their friends and now I got my own friend what a plus so im hyped

my mister? he got back from QLD Tuesday night so I got him on Wednesday all to myself pretending to read tea leaves, driving around with slushies and more cuddling in his back seat [its got to be my favourite mood in the whole world], on the way to the launch scabbing rides off your boy drowning in his bomber jacket getting a sneaky peck on red lights and hands around my waist in black corners before we got on and even kick ons up the road caught a glimpse of this in the outside world. 

his friends seemed on board and maybe even thrilled and that I am happy about that cause he’s probably got some of the best group of friends I've known and their becoming my favourite bunch of boys and even in front of them I got a forehead and a goodbye kiss I am just the biggest ball of happy at the moment no more doctors for another few months the meds working so well hanging with your best groupies (friends who nap together stay together) just so much is going well even acquaintance level peers messaged me about how happy they were to see me happy and I cant get over what ive evolved into cause this is such a refreshing wake up to the countless months and years of dreading the sun and wishing for the darkness to swallow me whole before I had a chance to open my eyes. 

heres hoping you can write stuff like this down again soon

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