@ 9:25 AM
I've never felt this way beforeEverything that I do
Reminds me of you
And the clothes you left
they lie on my floor
And they smell just like you
I love the things that you do
When you walk away
I count the steps that you take
was on my desktop, going through the old chat logs, was reading and realized i was pretty juvenile in the past. then flipping through the old chat logs also meant one thing, in rp, and it's rather unique system of changing class every single semester. It's hard to maintain a long lasting friendship in this place.
i fucking miss you; you took me up and left me out
