I am small; I am needy; warm me up, and breathe me.

Let me just start out by saying: Fasting is sofreakingdifficult.
Alright. Now that that’s out of the way, I can get on to the more important things.

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.
I know I say that a lot, and it probably seems repetitive and silly, but I really do. More than anyone could ever understand. Being so far away from you is tearing me apart. I feel empty, broken, and emotionally exhausted. You are home to me; you always have been. And now that you’re six hours away, so is home; I’m fucking homesick.
I know you’re not happy. I read what you wrote on DeviantArt. It made me cry. Are you really back to that place in your head? Do you really consider doing those things again? I want to help you; wrap you up in my arms and tell you that it’s all going to be okay.
Do you really love her? I saw that picture you posted on Facebook. She looks like she’s owning you, and you do not look pleased. Though, that could be my wishful thinking. But my mother pointed it out as well.
I wish I could speak to you. I wish I could see you. I wish you knew how much you meant to me. Do you? Do I mean that much to you?

Now, on to you.
I care about you so much. I love you. I do. But I don’t think that I can keep going like this. It hurts too much. If I didn’t care about you as much as I do, it might be easier. I might be more free to be with you. But my heart is sealed up; tied shut; locked with a kiss. And that kiss is not yours.
I need to tell you these things. I need to stop doing this. I need so many things.

And finally:
TATTOO THIS WEEKEND<3 I’m so excited. I love being the birthday girl.