how I feel right now.

what am I doing with myself?

It is 00:36.
I am still thinking about you.
And the thought of you just getting hurt or injured makes me shuffle in my bed.
My mind plays with all the happy memories of you and how it would feel like if you were gone.
It would feel horrible.
More horrible then when I just finished drawing my brother ripped it apart.
And more horrible when I wronged my reputation because of a stupid thing I once did.
I miss you so much even if you were next to me I wouldn't be able to get enough of your beautiful eyes that glew like the dark shadows of the night in the forest.
Your beautiful fair skin that reminds me of the smooth sand granules on the beach I grew up on.
Your precious and perfect smile that makes me laugh all the time.
And after writing this.
I still can't stop thinking about you.
Now it's 00:44.

A/N
Well fuck.
I won't get proper sleep.
But who even cares anymore.
No one.
As no one cares about me.