Yanno what I think is so sick. The fact when I daydreamed of us. Our future. All I see is us having a baby girl. Brown haired brown eyed baby girl. No name. Just us as a family. It makes me wanna puke.
I wish I could get you and us and everything we ever were out of my head. It's stupid. Fucking sick. I want to go away for a long time.
I don't even wanna talk to you either. I just wanna scream at you.
Try to understand why you never thought I was worth trying for. Idk.
I need sleep. It's been such a long day.
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2.5 Years
Non-FictionSomeone has told me that you grieve someone for half the time you've known them or longer. I don't want to grieve that long however this is my progress as to how I'm feeling.
