20 september 2017
hey, it's 6pm right now
if you're still listening please talk to me
i'll be there today at 10
my mind is thinking terrible things. please tell me you're ok. please tell me you're ok
im waiting for your next feels entry. one that says you're feeling better. when i saw your tilde gone, i thought you'd stop writing here. please talk to me. I'm worried about you. Andrea, I'm worried
i know that you love me.
i love you too.
this whole day felt so empty without you
my mind was going "if only...", "if only....", "if only..."
if only i could somehow make enough money
to sustain you
so we could both run away
if only i could make this easier on you
if only i could sit next you, and quietly hug you so you stop crying
i dont dare to listen to music
everything somehow relates back to you
i dont want to break down crying at work
or ever
there's been enough tears
i love you so much
please don't die
please don't die
i can't see myself living with that much guilt