a few minutes ago
i don't know what to do anymore. i'm so fucking numb from everything but when i sit here and think about you i break, you were my best friend and i can't get over the fact that you're gone. i still text you, i still call your number just to hear your voicemail like it's really you answering. i still look at your pictures, listen to your playlist. i still open up the box of your stuff just to smell you, i still wear your clothes. i still cry like a fucking baby for you every week. and baby you know i don't cry, i don't feel, i'm. not. like. this.. and i still just sit here feeling sorry for myself because i cannot think of living in this world without you but I have to, because you're gone. and i never got to tell you everything I wanted to tell you and i just wish it was me and not you because you had a purpose i don't.