I haven’t been able to stop puking.. It’s late and I still can’t sleep.

I miss everything about you.

I’ve been drawing penguins all day.
I listen to music and the song reminds me of you.
I’ve written you about 10 letters. All of which I’ve crumpled and thrown away.
I talked about you for hours to the only person I’ve talked to today.
Every time the empty feeling goes away, I think about you and it comes right back.
You’re so far away from me and I can’t fix any of it.

Fuck.