my mom called me upstairs, so i go, and i find monster with a shower cap on her head. my mom says that she thought she remembered a picture of a little girl in a shower cap before. so she looked and she found one of me with a shower cap on my head. so i obviously had to take one of monster.
i think, subconsciously, i waited to see how you’re doing and make sure you were ok. because i now feel extremely tired and ready to sleep. ten minutes ago there was none of that in sight. it’s weird how your mind works sometimes. anyways, i’m off. goodnight.
i get so nervous when i send you the goodnight texts i’ve been sending. i really hope you don’t mind. i know you don’t wanna talk, it’s just my way of showing you that i’m thinking about you and that i’m not going anywhere.
the only information i get are the things i read, i didn’t mean to assume anything. i know there’s more than just what you write, so i’m sorry, it’s hard not knowing what’s going on.
i can’t even count how many times i’ve wanted to text you something stupid and random, and then i remember i can’t. when i wake up, the first think i think is to call you and say good morning, and then i remember i can’t. i wanna know if you’re thinking the same things, and if you miss me as much as i miss you. i just miss talking to you, about everything, about nothing, about anything at all.
too much of something on my dash right now…making it harder for me to stop myself from thinking about it…the more i think about it, the more likely i’d be to do it. i will not resort to that. i can’t. i won’t. the 10 second escape that would come with it isn’t, and never was, worth it.
I went through the inbox of around 1700 until I got down to around 300 then realized how LONG some of those submissions have probably been sitting there so I instead just deleted them all and am starting from scratch. There are however, 300 in the queue right now to go. So if you don’t or haven’t seen your submission (or even if you have) go ahead and resubmit.