So much to do, so little time.

Sunday, July 5, 2009
It's exactly four now.
My phone's so dead, so quiet, without all your textes and calls.
It has been like that for the past three weeks.
Since then, nobody has called me at exactly four am everyday just to tell me that they miss me,
nobody has called me just to tell me he saw something that reminds him of me,
nobody has called me just to tell me that he ate something nice and tell me that he'll bring me there next time.
Since then, nobody has said that they wanted to wrestle with me, or shove ice cream in my face.

I stare at your picture for hours, but they don't talk, they don't play with me, they don't disturb me, and they don't laugh at me.
I used to say you'were irritating, but that's what makes you special.

I MISS YOU SO DAMN MUCH, BUT THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT.
DO YOU KNOW HOW IRRITATING THIS FEELING IS?

I just wish that for once, you'd just behave yourself and get your ass back out here.
I miss you. Alot.

I've so much to tell you.

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