Do you even care anymore?
I feel like I'm the only one that is getting reminded of the things we’ve done, the places we’ve been.
I feel like I'm missing you so much while you’re just so fucking happy.
So many people tell me that it’s when I'm ready to move on that I will fully be able to be okay. At times I feel so much better I get the motivation to wake up but these days I feel like I'm missing everything about you. Everything.
Your hug, your crazy driving, the way you would put your arm under my head, the way you would talk, the way you would eat ALL the food I make you, I just miss you. And I'm just stuck being the fucking psycho idiot.










