may 17, 2013
dear autumn,
i haven't slept.
i don't even remember the last time i slept.
i'm not eating either.
but it's not like it's important, right?
nothing is.
not when you're not here.
- elliot
written with a sharpie on a transparent plastic cup
YOU ARE READING
dear autumn,
Genç Kurgua girl long dead and gone. a boy not accepting the fact that she's gone, and so he writes her little bits and pieces of what he's going through without her. [lowercase intended]
