six february
nine : fifty-nine p.m.

"i wanted to call you and tell you how much i love you and how much i miss you but there were so many people in here and we don't have a cordless phone and i would have felt weird interrupting their movie. i'm sorry."

"oh."

nothing seems to matter anymore.

for the first time in weeks, i might be able to cry.

only now, i don't want to.

music : loud television
literature : nothing
fixation : water