On better days I can turn to my right and expect to see you there. Well, I wouldn't actually see you... it would always be pitch black in your room. Which was great because seeing kurt cobains cold eye peaking through his stringy long hair scared me, I think I told you that once or twice. My bed is too big for me, i need something next to me... catch my drift? At night, glow-in-the-dark stars light up on my ceiling. I didn't stick them up there, but I appreciate whoever did. Star gazing in the comfort of my ... desolation. As the sun comes up around 7ish I start to make shapes out of the popcorn on my ceiling. Those are my clouds I suppose. Since you have moved away I don't get out much anymore, can you tell?
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