Cloudy Sunshine.

BESTFRIENDILOVEYOU.

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Amy... I'd rather be an introvert then.


why are you still everywhere i turn? as if you were hail, biting at my skin, even if i find shelter, your coldness snaps at my toes as i struggle to hide away in the ebbing warmth of a dark corner of concrete. i would crouch so hard that my ribs would break as i become a ball squeezed into an even smaller cube, as if i could be compressed; my flesh filled every gap, and bones would shatter to create flexibility...

7 months on and i still miss you. what the hell is wrong with me?

argh, i don't want to think about this anymore.

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I have something good for tomorrow!

LOL, Sarah.