Missing you comes in waves.
Tonight I’m drowning.
I hate when i lose something and my parents says “well i guess you didnt care about it enough” like you’ve lost me in a grocery store before so
if you ever call me annoying, even if it’s just jokingly, the chances of me ever speaking to you again are slim to none because I’ll be so afraid that every little word or sound that comes out of my mouth will aggravate you and make you cringe and hate my existence
i just want perfect skin and hair and teeth and body proportions and endless supplies of money and beauty and intelligence. is that too much to ask for?