I wish you would come back, I miss you. I want to tell you all of the things that have happened and I want to laugh with you again. I miss being in the car with you and not giving a fuck about anything. Why did it have to be you? You’re so fucked and no one else sees that.
Separation anxiety, but Virginia is not that far away and it’s only a few days.
Maybe she’s worth it for you, I sure wasn’t.
It’s almost funny how close I was back in december, and by funny I mean scary.