May 05, 2009 22:15
as much as i hate to admit it, i miss you.
a lot.
spending all this time with you, or around you, is killing me.
i just want to talk to you.
and fix things.
but they won't be fixed, will they?
at night it's the worst.
memories flood me.
ughhh.
but you're still one of the biggest idiots i've ever met.
(that doesn't mean i don't miss you any less.)