ʙɪᴛᴄʜ

i lost the game of tag to you: 6-0. you broke me 6 times. let’s go 4 more rounds before we call it even and go our separate ways. 

get your head out of your ass. 

it’s 3am, i need to piss but also have the urge to chop my hair off and simultaneously call my person because i miss them so much. ugh. 

won’t you come back soon? i need you back. 

and that was once again another game of tag. ouch. 

feels like im just repeating over and over again and it’s not healthy. 

uh oh, i wanna die again 

day 4. 

day 3. 

day 2.