its the fifth hundred post.
the middle of the night..and a few hours to dawn.
theres a kind of feeling lingering that i cant exactly identify.
am i missing you?
you as a person? as a company? as someone i rely on? as a feeling? or as a pure physical form?
im sorry there are blur lines that i can't distinctly tell.
anway/i took a sip of the hidden liquer in my closet.
i like how it burns and lingers in the throat.
wish you were here. it will be a funny scene when my straight edge boy tries to stop me. but no worries, it was just for a little fun of my own.
1.36am
just so you know i was missing you.
