I hate not being a piece of furniture in your life anymore.

I haven’t thought about you in so long! I don’t know why tonight’s different. I really just want to lay next to you again and talk aimlessly about nothing the entire day. That was a good day. <\3

Ps you’re a fucking asshole and fuck you brain for making me think of this day.

I miss you, the old you. So fucking much. The you that wasn’t a wanker. The current you can burn in a pool of sulfuric acid.