Fuck. I really miss you. I’m out with a group eating, drinking, and all I can think about is you.

Who am I?

This whole “trying” thing is really, really messing with my ethos.

I’m over it.

Twenty-four hours came and went, just like over a thousand days before.
When silence became the reality, I brought the boxes out.

sleepswithpossums-deactivated20:
I found your blog when I searched for "I Am Eve." I posted your Gaelic version but I was unable to link it properly to you. Ciao!

That really is SO weird. I was just reading that post, thinking about its’ implications and my brevity. I hope it moves you as much as it did me! Thanks for the link- not many credit sources nowadays! haha.