for I’m too sick to speak and the texts she sent last week I still haven’t read and it’s too late, I’d wake her and I’m drowning in work and my room is a mess and my laundry is piling and I cry when I see it and the hot water’s out and my friends aren’t responding and she’s going through worse and I haven’t been sleeping and I haven’t been eating and I think I’m the devil and the lights are too bright.