I am at that age where a car parked infront of my house pisses me off.

How am I doing? I just cried about the fact that Mochas 10 and that our time left together is very limited. I’ve thought about impulsively quitting my job, I have suicidal thoughts daily and I feel absolutely shitty about who I am, how people stopped giving a shit about me years ago and that I don’t want to keep moving through this “sludge”

I want to kiss you in coffee shops, meet you where you are and wipe away your black mascara tears. I want to have you, to hold you, and to love every piece of you and I want to meet you half way there. Tuck your hair behind your ear, listen to your words dance off your lips and to warm your cold red hands between my knees.

Just wanted to say we haven’t been affected by the forest fires that are close by happening in Ontario, Canada otherwise than poor air quality and everything was very yellow today. I felt like I was living in a movie. To those closer and affected by the forest fires, I am so sorry. To those out of houses my heart aches for you. To those who have lost loved ones I am thinking of you. To those who need help through this. I am here.

Do you know what feels wild? To not love someone anymore who used to consume every part of you.