try and sleep. If only this storm was so awful and noisy outside my window. I’ve got no love for storms while I’m trying to get to sleep.
I don’t think so.
I miss you, but it would be unfair to tell you that. Because our friendship only ever got worse, not better. And now it can’t get any worse and you’ve got nothing to be sad about. But damn, do I miss you.
Watching Dexter and eating Cocoa Krispies