The storm finally made its way to Collierville.
Maybe this rain will give me some peace of mind and I can get a couple hours of sleep.
I don’t hate you boy.
I just want to save you while there’s still something left to save.
There’s no way I’m sleeping tonight.
Saying goodbye, this time. The same old story. Seeing you cry makes me feel like saying sorry.
My heart is breaking,
But I will not be broken.
Squirrels in my attic…
Go away. I can’t tell if your scuffling is cute or scary.
I’m a piece of shit person. End of story.
I miss drawing on your arms in Freshman P.E.
I miss calling each other “love”.
I miss having you to run to crying when everything in my house went to shit.
I miss you telling me I was the strongest person you know; I feel so weak now.
I miss the way you made jokes about my ass and I pretended to be mad.
I miss the few awkward dinners I had with your family before your parents split.
I miss coming to your house and lying in your bed for hours watching Netflix so you could sleep.
I miss being your reason to live, and having you as the only incentive not to kill MYSELF.
I miss the day I only watched your hands while you played guitar after I had that horrible nightmare. I still remember exactly what they look like now.
I miss the night I called you in hysterics after screaming into the darkness, praying to a God I knew wouldn’t save me: you were my God that night.
I miss everything about you, and I hate to admit I’m a large reason everything is messed up now.
We got too close, and I’m sorry for that. Dammit, I’m so sorry. But I’m glad I had you for the few short years I did, because without you, I wouldn’t be me.
