It’s strange how you fall in love with someone, in pieces and shards, the details you have to memorize falling gradually into the weight of your palms. When you fall in love with someone, you fall slowly, the breeze of their lips gently kissing yours until you feel whole, complete, alive. It’s…
i sent her a letter, in lack of better words, pouring my heart and thoughts out, and i haven’t gotten any response whatsoever. it feels horrible. i’m so nervous. i don’t know if i’ve made everything worse.
so - can’t handle anything. i’m sitting in bed drawing and listening to desaparecidos and drinking licorice vodka and trying not to have a breakdown.
this is already a bad day. atlas woke me up too early and we had to go out while i was still half asleep and i’m tired and have a headache and the lectures i’m having today seem really boring. now: drinking giant cups of coffee.