I think I’m going to write a book called “‘Four Hours Is Definitely Enough Sleep’ And Other Lies I Tell Myself”
I’m hurting. Everything is hurting and I’m really scared. Every night I lay away thinking about you and us and everything that we’ve been through. I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. I hurt so much I can physically feel pain when I cry. I hate this. I hate that I can’t touch you. Oh God, I need you and I love you. I want to know that you’re thinking of me. I just want you, and only you. Please, don’t leave me like everyone else. Please.
if you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember this one time in my english class, we were writing horror stories and one of the girls wrote “it was friday the 13th, the night before halloween” for her opening sentence