I don’t want to wake up anymore.
It’s obvious I mean nothing to you. So why tf do I keep trying. I snapchat you when I look good. I constantly check to see if you texted. I think about you more than anything else. I miss you. It’s pathetic. I hate this. I hate love. I hate feeling used.
You can find so much beauty in the dark before a sunrise.
Happy 18th Joey. How’s your third year in heaven? 🎉🎁🎈
Remember not to think too much And your trip will be numbingly pleasant.
I can smell you on my skin and in my hair. The smell of you makes it impossible to concentrate.