I hate that I have to go to bed without knowing if you're dead or alive. it fucking kills me to sit here and worry myself to a freakin' sickness. my heart beats in a none-rhythm. I can feel my vital organs bleeding in there. I'm just waiting for a call or a text that says that you're okay, or at least alive.
fucking please just don't disappear on me now. don't you fucking dare to leave me here on this god forsaken place all alone. I wouldn't last a day without you, and you know it. please please please be okay.
I guess I have to go to bed all worried this night to. please call me.. please be safe. I love you.
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