Dear Sinclair,
I miss Sundays. Usually the end of the week is spent finishing up homework and stressing about the coming week. When all I have to do is work, I’m free to enjoy Sunday. Yesterday I lazily made my way through the day, accomplishing not much of anything with that being a feat in itself. It was more pleasant than I remember.
The weekend went exceptionally well. Craziness every day, too much to detail here really. My date went well but I’m more unsure than ever about this boy. It’s weird that he’s older… since he seems it to. I should probably be thinking more about it, but I’m still in my lazy Sunday mode, slowly rolling through the hours…
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