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.
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.