It’s a lie when I said I’m prepared for the end.
And how I suggested that we will stick together for a little more time only to make the best of it, because you said that somehow it won’t be until forever.
Less than 12 hours.
Less than 24 hours.
Less than 2 days.
I need a jolt of inspirations in a form of words that seem strange to me.
A book, or, major heartlock and heartbreak, might do me some good.
My stomach is killing me, I have swollen eyes due to excessive crying of watching Saving Private Ryan and The Vow consecutively, sucking F.G. Troches day and night for having a minor sore-throat but refuse to stop smoking or drinking OBH, contemplating the possibility of graduating on April 2013, non-stop admiring of how cute Suri Cruise and my cat are.