she sits in her bathroom. i sit on her bed. watch a movie, watch anything. feeling some type of way, but not sad.
waiting for him to text. nothing’s going on there, but half of me wishes there was, but half of my realizes our differences and doesn’t want to proceed. a third half feels like I’m a wimp and another half feels we’re just incompatible.
another half can’t do math.
westerns disgust me. sorry, but i am 100% NOT sorry.