[mindflower]

I don't think I can handle another day of band camp. Another day of seeing him and hearing his voice and watching him try to include me in his life but me there just not being able to touch him or say what I want or shake the feeling of slitting my wrists.
He and I probably... both know... that I didn't come for the band part of it anyway.
I miss him constantly. I don't wanna move or think or eat or sleep or talk ever, because I'm too busy missing... everything... about him and the us I thought we had going.
Proved me wrong.