I present you with this.

Nothing could ever touch us. They can't touch what we have. What we had is still what we have and it will always be that. When we're together we will always be what we were because it's what we are until forever.

This hangover makes me want to die and this weekend FOR SURE killed a piece of my soul for reasons that I won't publicly address. Uncle Teabag gets me every time.

I can't eat. I can't sleep. My heart beat is heavy. My heart is heavy. I woke up with socks on. My apartment smells like beer and skittles. I smell like beer and skittles. Take me away from all of this. Don't let go of me for one god damned second. I'm just making words happen.