you promised to be there, to “bother” me daily and calm my anxiety. we’ll see about that. funny how the instant i met u, i’ve gone to shittho, i dont think its u, its me, it has always been me. “pinky promise ill text you at 5am” you said. you were late. tho, u’re still there. i wonder when u ll realize im an unfinished, uncoated canvas and ill never hold the paintbrush for myself. do u think it will still be cold when u decide im too much too fast too dumb? you like the cold.