Beep. Bop. Boop. 1:20am thoughts
Thunderstorms in the winter, and live Elliott Smith songs are perfect. They will also make you wish you were on a bike ride.
I want to say, “I’m sorry” but I have no reason to. I think I just want to say it in hopes of hearing it back.
I miss you. I hate it.
I’m excited for visitors, and the possibility of them.
The past five days have felt so long, and for one reason alone. I’m hoping the days start to feel like real days soon. I’m hoping that the reason proves me wrong.
There is only one person who knows how heavy my heart feels at this moment. I wish I could call him.
