its 4:55 am and I'm awake thinking about you...i have a doctor's appointment tomorrow at 2 pm and I haven't slept a good sleep in awhile.


But that doesn't deter the fact that my mind can't stop its gears and grind to halt. No, not when I'm thinking about you.




I miss you.




There hasn't been a night yet where I haven't thought about you. You're everything to me still..it's sad to admit..it hurts to admit it.

I hate to feel this still while you feel nothing
it makes me ill and feel like i am the silly
one to miss you so feverishly.


fuck this. dude




I want to make languages and speak with you, talk to you. I want us to be weird with each other and accept each other for who we are. I'm sorry I became so shady, I'm sorry I became so gross and naughty. I'm sorry for everything.


I just want it all back, how many sorries must it take?! =[


its never coming back. and I miss you so.