At the most inappropriate times..

Of you and your goodbyes.

por vida.

I am fucking up. Take away my misery.

It’s probably a combination of the two.

My stomach is constantly boiling and I can’t tell whether it’s the medication or the thought of you.

Real love.

Give me unconsciousness.

Bye Rossi.

Bye Dave.

Found your ice cream in the freezer.

Of course you would call when for once I'm actually having fun without you.

And you'll probably think I'm doing this constantly.. and think I don't miss you and yada yada yada.




Of course..


I just hope you call again = (