September 19th. 4:55AM.
“Jesus fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I miss you oh god I can’t breathe. Please come home. I need you.”
September 21. 6:02AM.
“I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t function without you here. You didn’t just take my heart, you took everything.”
September 22. 2:09AM.
“What the fuck, I found your old sweater and it smells like your favorite alcohol and my perfume and Jesus Christ I’m gonna loose it.”
September 24th. 10:01PM.
“I don’t even have an excuse. I’m not drunk, my mind isn’t in that 2am haze. It’s just me and I’m sad and I miss you so much it feels like my bones are shattering.”
September 26th. 3:57AM.
“I hate you for leaving me. I hate myself more for letting you leave. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you, I tried fuck did I try. I don’t know why I expected you to love me when I can’t even get out of bed most mornings without wishing I hadn’t woken up.”
September 27th. 11:46PM.
“I’m sorry for everything. I love you so much. And I just want you to be happy even if that’s not with me. I’ll be okay, I think. Thanks for loving me at least for a little while. Bye.”