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by afrocactus

by afrocactus

I sat on the couch, and it was 10 o'clock. My mom yelled at me to go to bed, but I couldn't bring myself to. It would mean another night filled with disappointment (from lack of sleep? from lack of you?). So I remained on the couch, the light above pouring synthetic happiness into my eyes and brain and heart and soul and anywhere it felt it could reach.

I still felt empty. And I finally got tired enough to drag myself to my bedroom. I couldn't sleep with all the lights off, too many nightmares. I left a light on, and my mom complained about the high bill. I didn't respond; I think that's for the best.

I thought about texting you tonight. I really wanted to, but I knew I couldn't.

"you're my favorite person, i hope you know."
"you're mine too."