It’s been feeling like the weather last year: lots of grey and anxious fear. Who am I to suggest things change? I hope for sun but it always rains. Look around at everything, the ship has sunk and so have we. It’ll always fucking rain. Why do I wake up? I’m just existing, staring out windows that someone left open. I feel the breeze as it passes through the room, into the sheets and clothes that smell like you. I’m miserable. I can’t sleep in this lonely bed. Sometimes it’s just too much when I’m alone.
i’m gonna go nuts tonight