09.17.15
i miss her. god i miss her. i miss her so much and it kills me every single day that i have to force myself to wake up and not see her brown eyes that she thought were boring, but they were my favorite getaway.
it kills me more and more everyday that i have to pretend that i'm okay when really i'm the farthest thing from okay. i'm slowly dying and i feel like i'm sitting at the bottom of a pool unable to breathe and i'm calling her name, but she doesn't want to save me and my lungs are filling with water.
the fucking pathetic part about it is that she left me. i gave her everything i could have and more, but i guess it wasn't enough. i'm never good enough.
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drunk | michael clifford
Fanfiction"he said you drink like you want to forget someone or something." - lowercase intended
