nothing’s stopping you.
if you want to then do it.
i’m still not worried.
maybe i should be, i dunno.
even my bandeaus smell like you.
this is actually not acceptable.
it’s like a fucking boarding house.
it doesn’t really even feel like home because you aren’t here.
and i will sound as corny as i want because it’s true.
my bed is far too large and far too cold and far too empty without you laying next to me.
so no, i will not always be coming home this summer.
when did this happen.
I am very confused today.
I rewore my shirt because I’m going to equate it to a good instead of a not so good and it smells like you and my arm smells like lush and I don’t smell like me at all.
I don’t know how I feel about it.
Regardless I’m about to change and I’ll be in my Emerson hoodie and I’ll be cozy and I’ll smell like me again.
…but until then someone take away these feels because I can’t stop being really sad/annoyed/guilty/whatthefuckiswrongwithme about it.
Which is dumb because a) it’s not my fault and b) it could have been worse.
I’m gonna make up for this and that’s the end of that.
Ugh why are you two so damn cute idgi.
I agree with Henry wholeheartedly but at the same time I feel like I have so much time to make up for and so much time lost that I want to gain back.
It’s going well, so maybe he’s the one that has it wrong, not me.
I wanna go streaking down Jacksonville
I wanna jump into a pool fully clothed holding the hand of someone I love
I wanna fall asleep outside
I wanna get lost and find something new
I wanna wait up till sunrise
I wanna be a huge cliche. I wanna do something new and different and scary.
I’m ready for summer now.
