Being up since zero-dark-stupid had resulted in No Title Sunday… Sorry about that.

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I should be sleeping. That is what normal people do on Sunday mornings.

I hate normal people.

I haven’t been writing as much as i would like, partly due to the inconvenience of writing on a cell as opposed to keyboard but also just don’t know what to say anymore. Or don’t know how to say what I’m thinking/feeling. The worst is when I know exactly what to write and how to write it but don’t have the time. Its times like those I wish there was a way to screenshot my thoughts to save for a later time, like now when the thoughts and feelings are there but too jumbled to get out.

It could be due to the lack of sleep, exhaustion, loneliness, hurt, or a mixture of them but what ever it is I’m annoyed and over it.
I can tell that this is going nowhere good so perhaps I should just end it now.

I miss you. I need you, in my life, always. I don’t remember what it is like to be wrapped in US but I know if I’m not reminded soon I might not make it much longer…

I love you.

I’m yours.

I have a lot to say… Just not the time to say it.

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I miss you.

I might have a few moments to spend with you so I’m not going to write like I was planning on. Instead I’m going to try to snuggle into you.

Even tho you super sucked today!!

I’m yours.

I don’t know what to say… Yes I do, I hate Christmas.

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I’m sorry if I drunk dialed/messaged/text… It wasn’t me, it was the wine.
I miss you. I love you.
I’m yours.

I don’t know what to say… Yes I do, I hate Christmas.

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I’m sorry if I drunk dialed/messaged/text… It wasn’t me, it was the wine.
I miss you. I love you.
I’m yours.