i check up on you all the time, pathetic, i know. truth is,
i still care. too much.
and i’m tired. all the time. every second of ever day, i’m internally yawning. i don’t know if its not enough sleep, or the just the way it is now.
i’ve lost so much weight since “you”, and i’ve gotten in so much trouble. at school and with my parents. i don’t know, disgustingly, i still have hope for us. i’m terrible, yeah.
but in your words “that’s long over now.”
and as i typed that, i still denied, i still won’t let it hit me.