(no subject)
I wrote something tonight.
I don't really know what it means to be honest.
It's not for you though.
It's for the person who asked me to write.
So I wrote.
It's about something that occured to me the other day.
I didn't realise it had occured to me though until I started writing.
Weird that.
Don't you love how your sweetheart's clothes smell?
The aroma of the absentee.
I don't know if I can live that smell.
I certainly can't sleep without it.
I love the smell of my closest friends clothes too.
Can I have some please?
Please?
It will help me.
In many ways.
You'll know if I want yours.
You all read this except for one of you.
My eyes are heavy.
I might sleep.
I might sleep.
I've written that twice without realising.
That's really fucking strange.
I'm going to sleep.
I love you all.