My entire existence is wrong. I’m way too sensitive. I get too attached. I’m clingy and annoying. All my misery is not because of other people, it’s because of me, because of the way I am. It’s not their problem that I’m all of the above. The problem begins with me and will only end with me
Marie Howe, The Affliction
[text: and he: (and this was almost unbearable)
he saw me see him,
and I saw him see me.]
i miss you.
wait for notifications
with your name on it.
think about
the way your smile.
my soul aches
for you.
always.
I swear somewhere This works in a parallel universe or another world or a different life, we sit across from each other at the kitchen table and go over the grocery list.
