Some days all I want to do is lay in bed and sleep. I mean now that I have the ability to do that it's all I think of. Of course, there's always that bastard voice in the back of my mind that screams Get up and do something! I imagine he has a scottish accent, it makes it seem more real and forceful. My subconscious is fuck't.
Some days all I want to do is get out of bed and forget he's gone. Even though I know deep down I can, the ability to erase him from my mind is impossible. Of course, he isn't the sole thing I think of, but he's the majority. I just miss him, I imagine he misses me too, he says so.
By the way, today is our anniversary.
How cute.
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