I want you to fucking miss me. I want you to think about me when you’re high as fuck and nothing is right. I want you to think of me in the best times and the most inconvenient times. I want you to scream my name and cry at the thought of me ever leaving you. I want you to lose yourself at the thought of losing me. But you don’t. You don’t miss me. You don’t give a shit that I’m lying on my bedroom floor crying. My head is spinning with your name and your face. You’re out there having the time of your life while I’m ready to run onto the freeway.

You don’t realize how alone you are until you’re staying up every night thinking about things you should never think of and you cant tell anybody because you have nobody to tell.