i have to do laundry. i have to harass the bank. i have to get to the subway and wait for the stupid bus and try to get everything situated before i figure out how i’m going to pull off laundry.
i don’t want to go home. i’m afraid of going home. i don’t want to fight, i don’t want to cry…i don’t want to miss him so much it makes me crazy inside.
god. i miss him.
you shouldn’t miss one person this much when they’re not “gone” gone…you know? i just don’t think it’s right. damnit.
*sigh*
but he doesn’t talk to me. he doesn’t look at me. he doesn’t call me. he hasn’t touched me in so long i almost forget what is like. and i miss him. so much do i miss him. whatever shall i do?
