January 9th. Six Months since the stairs. One month since I've seen her last.
It's like the summer all over again.
Ten times worse.
Counting days and wishing I could change things. Late night phone calls and searching for anything that reminds me of her. The only difference is the fact that I have school to keep me occupied during the day rather than that crippling void that was the days of summer that I would kill to relive.
Can you tell what my mood is like right now?
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