me: im a fucking art student you think i know jack shit about numbers? listen. art nouveau is my goddamn aesthetic, picasso is my bitch, i fucked the mona lisa- i cant fucking tell you any number shit, okay.? fuck you
I want to tell you a thousand things. Sorry for scaring you. Sorry for hurting you. Sorry for not telling you that I’m bipolar. I was afraid of losing you. I’d forgotten that it’s not possible to lose someone, that all people are alone anyway. In a different place in the universe we are together for all eternity, remember that. Love you. Even.