I don't need you to love me for the rest of your life,
Just love me for the rest of mine.

I have nothing to say anymore.
I refuse to dwell on what could've happened
And what did happen.
But now I have nothing to look forward to.

My days have become a routine, a chore.
Most days I wish to do nothing more then just lay in bed and sulk.
The things I used to love to do,
No longer do so.

I'm tired.
A kind of tired that can't be fixed by sleep.

I should do my HW.
But you still haven't responded,
What if you do while I'm gone and I can't reply?
Then you'll think you aren't important enough to respond to.
I guess I can hold off on it for a little longer.
Looove meeeeeee.
Gawd I'm stupid for liking you.
But the way you laugh,
The way you talk,
The way you simply live.
(Dying whale noises)
God you're perfect in the most imperfect way.