just got out of the shower and am on my bed naked freezing my ass off but i’m too cold to get up and put clothes on waaaaaaaaahhhhh
i wonder if you think about me. ever anymore. like, even once in a while. if you see someone with hair sort of like mine and it reminds you of me for a brief second. if something reminds you of the way i pick at the skin on my fingers relentlessly. if you talk about something with someone and you’re reminded that i like those things too.
usually i’m alright. usually i’m okay and it doesn’t bother me. usually i don’t care. sometimes i even forget, but it’s nights like this when i remember everything. absolutely everything, down to the last detail. it’s moments like this, when i need someone completely who would understand exactly what i’m thinking and feeling, that i remember you’re the only person who would understand.
maybe you really are better off without me. maybe things for you are so great you don’t stop and think about it anymore. maybe you never did.
sometimes, not all the time, but once in a while i think if you ripped open my chest all of you would still come pouring out.
damn you seven am.
being sick is making me nostalgic.
missing you with no right to.
ugh. fuck you 104.9 fever.
not leaving this bed ever again. i need candy. send some to me.
EDIT: i’m just too lazy to do anything with my life whatthefuckigiveup.
becoming a hermit and moving to the space under my bed for life.
my eyes are dripping down my face, and i can’t breathe. ugh.