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how can you miss somebody you see every day. that feeling is gone and i'm not sure when it left. you know what i'm talking about. that one where you think your chest is being crushed while being pushed beyond how far your ribs can go. where you can open your mouth to speak and nothing comes out. your throat hurts and you know that if you breathe wrong the tears in your eyes will fall down your cheeks.
i don't know when it left but i can't remember the last time i felt it. i still love him with everything in me but being with another person all the time can just be so hard. i'm so exhausted and all i want to do is sleep forever. but at the same time i search every face for the possibility that they may be the new someone exciting. how can you do that when you love somebody? i don't think i could take the heartbreak of finding someone new anyway. i don't need a number eleven.
all we do lately is lie on the couch and stare at the tv. i don't even register what is on. most of the time i close my eyes and daydream about what it would be like is things were different. sometimes i can barely stand when he touches me and i dread that conversation about what is wrong. i have no idea. if i did, i would be fixing it. i can't stand to be touched.
ugh. no one reads this anyway. babble babble. blah blah. shut up kate.
i don't know when it left but i can't remember the last time i felt it. i still love him with everything in me but being with another person all the time can just be so hard. i'm so exhausted and all i want to do is sleep forever. but at the same time i search every face for the possibility that they may be the new someone exciting. how can you do that when you love somebody? i don't think i could take the heartbreak of finding someone new anyway. i don't need a number eleven.
all we do lately is lie on the couch and stare at the tv. i don't even register what is on. most of the time i close my eyes and daydream about what it would be like is things were different. sometimes i can barely stand when he touches me and i dread that conversation about what is wrong. i have no idea. if i did, i would be fixing it. i can't stand to be touched.
ugh. no one reads this anyway. babble babble. blah blah. shut up kate.