yes mom i know my room is a mess its a metaphor for my life im trying to be poetic
don’t date anyone who doesn’t ask you about your childhood and why you are the way that you are
don’t date anyone who won’t work to understand and accept those things
So I know nothing’s final. But that hit me hard. I can’t lose you. It breaks my heart to think about you being that far. I’ve liked you since we were sophomores in high school. You have no clue how happy I am that we’re finally official in a relationship and now you might be leaving. I just can’t.
I might sound crazy and super clingy but you guys have no clue how much he means to me.
I miss you so much already and you only just backed out of my driveway. I cried all my makeup into your sweater, left my heart in your backseat. It was only as I turned towards my front door that I realized how utterly fucked I am. I’ll be seeing you.