Goddammit I can’t sleep. I don’t fucking want to sleep, in hopes that maybe you’ll accept the friend request and let me speak to you.
Fuck I’m so desperate to text you again, if only temporary. Even when you leave, -which I know you will, because when do you stay?- I’ll still be so fucking madly in love with you. I’ll still want you, still crave for your warmth and friendship as you had so willingly showered me with all those years ago. Now you hesitate, you refrain out of fear and guilt, because I ruined everything.
It was all my fault things had to end so terribly. Because I let us both make the rash decision in dating, in falling in love. Maybe it wasn’t as real or as intense for you as it was for I, but fuck, I can’t stop loving you now that I’ve already started.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Jesus christ, Sophia, how I’m so helplessly in love with you. I'm so crazy for you. Fuck, I messaged your mom because that’s just how pathetically desperate I am. I want to make sure you’re okay but you don’t wanna talk to me so I didn’t feel like I had much a choice. I’m shaking so bad right now and I know what I did was stupid but fuck, doing stupid things for love really is an unfortunate yet real thing. You don’t know just how absolutely fucking crazy you drive me. It’s silly, really.
