I can't write my stupid essay. I only need to write 2 1/2 more pages, but I can't fukkkkkkus.

I had a serious longing to hear from Sharl last night. It's lasted up until now. I really want to hear that he's alright, and has survived the jump. During my exam today, my phone rang, and I desperately wanted to answer, becuase I thought it was him. But I still had another couple paragraphs to complete in my long answer section.

It's at times like these where I really need him to talk to. Even though I know I'd just be interrupting him during his computer game, and he'd only be half paying attention to me, I find comfort in knowing that he's just around the corner from me, and that I could jump into his lap for a huge koala hug.

I just want my bebe home safe and sound.
I don't like this one bit.