I just feel lonely… for something or someone I can’t have or see. I dunno… I’m just not really excited about anything.
I miss having someone here. I miss having him here. I miss that feeling of looking forward to him coming here every night.
And the fucking notebook is on and I’m just bawling my eyes out.
It’s been almost a year since this all began. I should be over this by now. A year on June 2nd. I dread my birthday.
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