So I'm really dying about this whole 'covid-19' being locked up in the house stuff. I've finally settled into it though, and now I just don't care. I can't say I like being at home all the time, but what the fuck ever.
My uncle brought over fucking GOD BREAD today. It was so good! I loved it, all of it, every single bite was heaven on earth. Mom made him give us the recipe. I think he'd be disappointed in me right now though, for in dinner I put too much pepper in my soup. I swear to god my throat and mouth are just... On fire.
All I've been doing is sleeping and thinking of Salem. I really want to tell him how I feel in person, but I just... Can't. I don't want to fuck this up.