holding on like i'm a life raft, like we're drowning on the ocean and not laying on the couch.
listening to sad songs because being sad feels good.
feeling my head inside my head because i'm sleepy.
loving the grayness of today, because it is permission to do nothing, because you hate doing so many somethings.
typing this, is not typing up notes for school, is maybe a million times more important.
smelling something, smelling nothing anymore.
missing you even though you just left, since i've know you forever, since i'll call you in minute anyway.
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