symptoms include: brushing my teeth in the middle of the day wearing my pajamas three days in a row failing classes i understand listening to regina spektor's old albums on repeat wearing your flannel to sleep talking to myself, forgetting you aren't around
fatality rate: high
recommended: a soft kiss on the lips at two am as we fall asleep talking about committing arson
i miss kissing you and talking about faking our deaths together. in the room we probably shouldn't have hotboxed <3