we are snappy at each other. we're irritable.
something tells me that we need a bit more space than is conceivable.
i hate feeling this way, but as reality is happening around us, and in all reality, we need some room to breath.
my chest is heavy with invisible weight. and i dont want the force of it to get to me.
simple fix, before it turns into something much more complicated..
y'all get what im saying?
ps.good stirfry be filling me belly
1 comomo's...:
lets hang out on sunday like bra straps in the seventh grade
also, we have new clean couches. feel free to crash on them if needed
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