my personal style is called “i don’t have the money for my preferred aesthetic”
I miss you… still. Everyday I miss you.
I can’t get over this feeling of loneliness building up in me.
I know I need to stop it, but I have no idea how.
I can’t focus without you here.
I think I am losing myself but I can’t be sure.
I don’t know if I am losing myself, or just trying to hide away in another world until you return.
Please come home, I need you to find me…