I don’t know if you still look at this.
I hope you’ll still post something every few days.
I missed you more than usual today. x
I’m going to stop putting off the inevitable.
Lewis Carroll. Pages 869, 165, 131, 15.
It was supposed to fucking be with you.
What you’re doing just makes me feel physically ill.
I can’t stop worrying about it, or thinking about it. I’ve read possibly every single article on the internet about it and even though I trust you, it really fucking worries me that you’re putting yourself in this kind of jeopardy. If something ever did happen, i’d never ever forgive myself.
I’m so scared you’re going to move onto worse things too. That you’ll try or do heavier things. It makes me feel so anxious.
I just want you to be safe and okay. And I know that you promised both, but you cannot blame me or be mad at the fact that I am worried about this.
I wish you could rub and kiss my legs better. They’re hurting so much.
Goodnight, I hope you sleep well and have the sweetest dreams. x
So many things happened today that I wish I could tell you about.
Not having my best friend around is really starting to take it’s toll on me.
I miss you.
Goodnight L. Sweet dreams. I miss you so much. x