if i could i would
he is still the face of my nightmares, the stuff bad dreams are made of. i almost can't breath. i almost lose it all over again every single time. he is the meaning behind every msn username i ever had, the reason i drink on a weekday, he is the bad memories and the good ones. he is someone who was everything and now is nothing. 3 months and i was doing really well. i wish i didn't have that dream last night, it's because i know i'm going to see him today. i can't wait til he leaves. never have to see his face again except in photos pulled out on cold days... years from now. fuck fuck fuck.