Sup? I'm Jennelle. 17 years old. Proud to be Canadian. Fashion Designer. Lyricist. Hard to pick favourites. Wants to travel the world. Will try anything once. Here to help, so if you ever need to talk, don't be afraid to message me. I may not know you, but I care.
Being back in Dundas is just killing me slowly every single day.. Just when I was finally doing good, so much happened that I just knew I couldn’t face it without you. I’m so glad you answered when I called, and talked me through the night, but that call just made me miss you so much more. And walking through these streets reminds me of our memories. Every day, I walk through the park 4 times to and from school, and every day I see two kids in love, cuddling under a tree, not caring what anyone else thought of us. I see two kids laughing, and smiling, and I see all the love in their eyes. And then I remember bowling, how I threw the ball backwards and you never even made fun of me, when any other person would have. And then I remember driving back to your house out on the open country road, singing at the top of our lungs. I remember the way the wind blew through your hair, and the fist pumping away in the air, and that giant grin across your face. And every single day, when I crawl into my bed at night, I remember how you would call me as soon as I was settled in, and we would talk for hours every night, until 2 or 3 in the morning, about anything and everything. School didn’t matter, work couldn’t stop us. The most important thing was us and we were strong. Being in Dundas brings all of that back so clearly like it was yesterday. It’s killing me. I miss you so much. </3
