All I want is to just be able to go over to yours and wait in your bed all day for you to finish work because I love your bed and it would just smell of you. And then you’d come home from work and climb into bed with me and just cuddle me and never let go. It’s killing me to know that you don’t want to try. I know that as soon as you see me you’ll soften and want to spend time with me. Just please give me the chance. I love you and I’m hurting.
Today’s gonna be another shitty day
it’s always the little things that get to me. I try to ignore them but they build up and turn into resentment. Whether the resentment is justified or not, it’s still there