My only regret is that
I didn’t tell enough people
to fuck off.
Today there was construction in the bakery, drilling and hammering and all the noise ever. Ask me how big my headache is… I need whiskey, chocolate, and someone to hold me and play with my hair while I watch netflix.
Somewhere between emotional and emotionless.
I will not be your “sometimes”.
Waking up in the morning is easier if you have someone to wake up for.
Can it be time for Halloween parties yet?
The difference? This time I won’t wait by my phone. I won’t text you every day to remind you that I exist. I won’t give you that power anymore. You want me? You’ll have to show me.
Cuddling is a gateway drug.
I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.