I hate this.
everything about it.
How I can still stand to be around you is beyond me.
hour 1: I'm fine. Nothing but happy thoughts.
hour 2: I need to talk to you. I NEED to. I can think of nothing but you
hour 3: I tail spin into depression and do nothing but walk around like a zombie. Nobody understands it. People will try to talk to me, it just goes right through my hollow head.
that's ridiculous.
completely.
fucking.
ridiculous.
I'm not sure what I did to bring this upon me
but whatever it was,
I sure as hell am suffering for it now.
I'm going to live for that one hour of happiness.
tomorrow's going to be a good day.
I swear to god.
Love, Will
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