3-5-24

I just don't know what to do. I'm so tired, and I feel like I'll always be alone. I know how to cope, this journal entry is just me chronicling these feelings and expressing them somewhere. I keep commenting super corny shit on all these youtube midwest emo playlists, but who cares. At least my room is clean. Anyway, here's my piece, I guess.

We broke up forever ago, but I still see your face and sometimes I still feel like I've just woken up at your place when the sun shines through the blinds just right. I don't think I'll even forget how much better blueberry popsicles tasted with you. How easy it was to bike through the woods and past the creek when you were there with me. I had these same feelings even when I was at my lowest, even from the back of the ambulance on the way to the hospital. It wasn't even you who was sick, you didn't know anything was wrong. You hadn't known me in a long time. Seen me in a long time. Even the EMT told me to forget about you. To move on. I wish I could listen.