TSfander

I miss you. I don't remember you, and I don't remember what we have gone through. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I hate thinking about you. You were so sad, in so much pain. You were so angry because you didn't understand. But I understand now. You never should have gone through any of it. None of it was your fault.
          
          I miss those good memories. I hardly remember anything, but I do remember how happy you felt around your friends. I kept every little thing I still have from middle school. Art, books, that stupid fucking rock. That stupid fucking hoodie. It reminds me that it wasn't just something that never happened. There was a light in the dark.
          
          Thinking about you really pains me. My childhood, middle school. The friends I made, the memories I've forgotten. It hurts, knowing that it was all ripped away from me. I hate the feeling of nostalgia with no memories to back it up. I hate remembering and then wanting to forget all over again.
          
          But I really do miss you. I love you, no matter how cringy and embarrassing you were. Thank you for leaving things for me to look back to, even if I don't remember them.

I am listening to the dukes theme
          

YO WTF THE BATH JUST TURNED ON. N O IT GOT ON MY H E A D. OLIVER IS SAFE. I NEED A T O W E L

Oh a spider is just chilling on my arm. I named it Oliver and I love them.

I’m sitting in my bathtub. No water, just a pillow, blanket, and one emo. The door is locked, my hoodie has gotten even bigger, and I’m gonna listen to MCR like there’s no tomorrow.