Samantha..
Dear journal...
Can't call you diary, heh. I'm 25 for crying out loud, so I'll call you journal.
This year, I'm going back to my old habits, like, writing down all my emotions. Let's hope and pray that my tears won't fall on your paper sheets. It's 3:45 am right now, just pulled myself away from Nicolas wild make out session. First thing I want to let out is life is going good so far, A few hiccups at the end of 2016 but I managed threw them, Let's start this year as friends, I know I'm here to vent to you and let you know how I feel. So where do I start? Nicolas! He's....perfect, makes me feel good about myself. My heart does this funny thing when I'm around him, I know I said that I won't get my feelings caught in this deal, but it's to late. I want him! Need him actuall
