I miss you.
I miss your love.
I miss your stupid smile.
I need your fucking hugs.
I need your voice.
I need you.
But you don’t understand and will never understand me.
"Can i just never wake up again?"
Good night, world!
"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther….And one fine morning —-
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby