I made a promise to not cry every single night. I made a promise that i’d buck up, and know that this is all my fault. I cracked. I can’t stop. You’re everywhere again. Its hurting again. I’m hating myself again. Our pictures, our memories, our everything. Gone. Because I’m the biggest fuck up in the history of fuck ups. I’m waking up every morning wanting you back, wanting everything back. For the past two nights I’ve sat wide awake. Tears have soaked my sheets, and anger has pinched my skin. I want to feel you against me again, I want hear your voice against my ears, your lips pressing against my cheek, I want to see your smile brighten up the world, I want your eyes gazing into mine. I want it all back. I hate myself. I always will. This season reminds me of you, the snow, the songs, the night, everything. I want you back, more than I can even explain. I am lost. I will always be lost until I have you back. I’m so lost without you.
I made a promise to not cry every single night. I made a promise that i’d buck up, and know that this is all my fault. I cracked. I can’t stop. You’re everywhere again. Its hurting again. I’m hating myself again. Our pictures, our memories, our everything. Gone. Because I’m the biggest fuck up in the history of fuck ups. I’m waking up every morning wanting you back, wanting everything back. For the past two nights I’ve sat wide awake. Tears have soaked my sheets, and anger has pinched my skin. I want to feel you against me again, I want hear your voice against my ears, your lips pressing against my cheek, I want to see your smile brighten up the world, I want your eyes gazing into mine. I want it all back. I hate myself. I always will. This season reminds me of you, the snow, the songs, the night, everything. I want you back, more than I can even explain. I am lost. I will always be lost until I have you back. I’m so lost without you.
I’m a very active person. Really, I’ve been on my ass for holy shit ever. Its making me upset. I have no life. I am so bored. No one text’s me. No one calls me. Expect Al. No one likes to hear my stories. I hate this. I miss whats his face. I miss whats her face. I miss whats all their faces. I miss my fucking head. Where did it go.
HAHAHAHAHA.
I’m dramatic. I’m going to sleep.
