Hey Alexa.
Play "wrong time" by hippie sabotage.
Thinking of you. Chewing on my own heart. Ripping it out. Yk how it goes.
I miss you and I shouldn't. Idk. I just wish there was something I had to say.
That would keep you around.
But even then. You'd still leave I'm sure. Idk what I'm doing anymore.
I made a tinder.
Everyone's ugly. Or the same old shit.
Nothing interesting.
Not you.
YOU ARE READING
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.
