always here, pinky swear

i just had like 6 dreams in a row about you. every time i woke up, i’d just fall right back into another. each felt more real than the last and now i feel so lost and confused

almost. almost.

If I didn’t have bad luck, I’d have no luck

I don’t think I’d even recognize myself if I didn’t have to wear the loss of you everyday

hey. I miss you.

i’m trying so fucking hard to not be mean back to the person being so cruel to me. dude, it’s so fucking hard. i can’t stoop to that level, right? not just to smooth things over, but for my own mental wellbeing. right?

not a single kind word has been spared for me today. i’m not all right.

sometimes it’s impossible to remember who i am without you