I remember nights where you and I used to stay up well into the morning, just talking about whatever ridiculous things that came to our minds. I would always claim that I’m more fun to talk to after 1 am and you would test out that theory. I never asked — am I more fun to talk to at night?
You probably don’t remember.
I don’t think I’m much fun to talk to right now anyway.
I’ve had two consecutive great days with people I enjoy being with but I still can’t stake off this incredibly lonely feeling that has been plaguing me for almost a week now. Ugh. This emoness. I can’t stand it, but I can’t ignore the fact that this is how I feel. Can somebody like, just take me out now? Thaaaaaaaanks.