Fhdhdyeu. Well we talked on the phone last night. Hearing your voice was nice. I’m not sure if you’ll read this. Kinda awkward knowing you’re still lurking me. I wish we could talk more. But for obvious reasons that’s not possible. I miss you. I miss us. Things were just perfect. I regret giving up that one chance to work it out. It kills me. But whatever I guess. I just hope you’re happy. My intensions have not changed, I still want the best for you. Bleh. Fuck ranting.
ergrkfjdsnodin. fuck. i hate thinking. youre all ive thought about for the past week. it sucks. everything reminds me of you. every fucking song i hear. i heard those songs you used to sing to me every night and wanted to die last night. i compare every girl to you. i stay up at night wondering. every random text i get i want it to be you. i havent slept for more than 3 hours at a time since the 15th. i torture myself with thoughts when im alone. i cant watch up, toy story, donnie darko, or date night. i hate spongebob. i hate the song “i dont mind” by defeater. i feel alone. im more paranoid than ever. i think of you when i hear the ocean, which is ironic because youre afriad of it. im more negative than ever. i try hiding all this by being hateful toward everyone. i torture myself with “what if” scenerios. in all honesty this is probably the gayest thing ever written. but its not like i have anyone to say this to. whatever.