The sky has opened and the sunset is cracked. It hurts. Use me. Please. I could do with the distraction. I told James I liked him. It's not like I do actually prefer him to anyone else at school; I just thought he would say yes and it would fix all my problems. He could have been my cure.
I don't remember what happiness feels like anymore. After all, Evo left a long time ago. I miss him. Memories of him have traveled so far into my brain that I can almost feel him inside me again. They are scratching their way out of me through metaphors in love letters that he will never read. Violently. I still see him all the time: in seats that others see as spare, in trees that others call dangerous, in the side of my bed that others call empty. I guess I can't let go of how he made me feel. He used me and left. I need another purpose now that he's gone.
