Having seen this little baby yawn and stretch and squeak in the overcrowded den, I have started harboring the desire to secretly own a guinea pig in college.
Enough
Occasionally, I lose control of my thoughts and they are set adrift.
Is he okay? What’s he doing? Has he read my email? Why hasn’t he replied? Is he oblivious to how I feel? Does he still care?
Bah.
At the same time, I just want to severe all ties with him - stop smelling him, seeing him and thinking of him wherever I go. To just let go.
It’s too listless to feel this way. Life must carry on.
you finally find the right guy and you want to keep him, but it’s the wrong time wrong place.
Today, I woke up from an afternoon nap screaming his name before erupting into tears. Life cannot carry on like that. Now that Claire is gone, I don’t seem to be able to hold my life together anymore.
His name is Juls and he stole my heart. That is the story and the rest is details.
I wake up to another morning trying to suppress my sadness, staying in bed for a prolonged period of time, hiding under the covers, sobbing my heart out. I wonder when the ache will stop.
love, i'm so lost.
Juls, why does this feel like death? the tears won’t stop and there is a non-stop wrenching in my heart whenever i’m awake.
I lost myself in you and now I have to unlove all we’ve had. How am I suppose to that?
