#missingmimi

I feel a little fuzzy but not as much as I’d like to.

I hate that I miss you.

I’m playing Stray after watching hours and hours of others playing. It’s fun. It would be more fun with you.

I hate that I miss you. I hate that I fucked up. I hate that I’m a fuck up.

I hate that I hurt you. I hate that I let you down. I hate that I am like this.

I don’t hate that I miss you, I hate that you’re better without me.

I love you and I’m glad you got away from me.

I love cut fruit

I love nibbling on sweet bits mindlessly

But cut fruit from Whole Foods where some employee was absolutely mistreated doesn’t feel like love fruit

Love fruit is a bowl put in front of you by someone who loves you

And they silently walk away

But you know what they meant to say was “here, I know you haven’t eaten, eat this sweet fruit that I made into little pieces for you”

And you eat the fruit and feel better, you feel love

As you eat it you know there is love

Another nightmare night

Yeah want to swim into the ocean until I can’t see land

And just stay there as far away as possible

I’m remembering that isolation is my natural state

I’m remembering it’s easier this way in the long run