A Space Inside

sorry. you can’t have this account. pls stop trying to take it.

fun while it lasted... but it always ends like this. always.

hurting

Not calling you is the toughest part of my day.

"Come to bed..." she calls. I still hear it at night. If I could go back I'd never make you ask again.

You never really told me why you left. Was it my depression? Was it yours?