i stare at the text you sent.
do i worry?
do i cry?
do i ghost everyone?
do i get mad?
or do i just..
sit here?
frozen in my seat,
eyes glued to my screen,
not a word spoken.
i ended up sitting there
frozen,
staring,
stuck in a moment,
for a good couple minutes before
i had to reply in a way
where i didnt seem insanely
worried
about you.
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 8:18 PM UTC
i stare at the text you sent.
do i worry?
do i cry?
do i ghost everyone?
do i get mad?
or do i just..
sit here?
frozen in my seat,
eyes glued to my screen,
not a word spoken.
i ended up sitting there
frozen,
staring,
stuck in a moment,
for a good couple minutes before
i had to reply in a way
where i didnt seem insanely
worried
about you.
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