My six o’clock headache is here 10 minutes early and I’m a jittery mess of held back emotions and anxiety. I miss the feeling of having hands being run through my hair and the steady breathing of a boy lying asleep next to me. Nothing can calm me down quite like that can. Today is going on record as the day I project honesty and admit held back truths. Don't look at me like that. I'm not a liar. I'm an emitter of omissions. I'm on sad song overload.
jimmy needs to eat world somewhere far away from my speakers.
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