Because I am hoping to read another page, I am waiting to see another episode, I am looking forward for another series, of me and you— together. And maybe that’s the reason why it aches, that’s the only thing that makes it hurt.

I want to go from thinking about you all night, to holding you all night.

I know you have a good view of the hills and everything, but please watch me. I’ll get sad if you all dont.

I have no interest in small talk anymore. I’m no longer the first to always pop up. My greatest friendships are with those that can go weeks without talking but know we will be there for each other when needed.

And never have I felt so deeply at one and, at the same time, so detached from myself, and so present in the world.

when i text you it means i miss you.

I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.

“No one believes me until I’m right” Squad

I hate the idea of lonely. And I hate the reality of attachment.