Sad Saturday mornings today are met with gray skies and freezing rain. I guess that’s about the equivalent of how I feel - 7:56 in bright red letters, I wonder how long I made her cry for last night. Am I just that much of an awful person to where I don’t notice when I do these things anymore? She’s supposed to be my star but I keep putting her out. I put clouds in front of her. Stomach growls. I’m hungry but I don’t feel like eating. Instead I just want to curl up and cry for all the tears that I made her shed. Because that’s not fair. Nothing’s fair. When did I become such a bad friend?
Dark rooms without lights. Slightly lit by the outside. Microwave’s open. Stomach hurts. Want to puke. Good morning, world.
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