Most probably and likely never looking at this after feeling the pure cringe rush through my entire being. Lmao enjoy me in my 3aM fEeLs.

eW.

Oh you're still here

Finee -3- (yes I'm looking at you, kim.)

Gentle piano music running through the headphones, with that beautiful color changing night lamp and a guitar beside you waiting for its strings to be strummed, everybody around you sound asleep in their own little worlds, faintly hearing the sound of that fan up the ceiling.

The world seeming note-worthily quiet, as though it is planning some grand chaos to come undone. The music flowing like water through your ears as memories come like a flood, an ocean of them coming at you in waves, they start small and increase gradually as you watch yourself grow to the person you've become, along with the music getting louder.

The next song reminding you it's a new beginning, its calmness soothing you. You remember all the good times as you feel the salty taste seep in between your lips, opening your eyes to feel the liquid trickle down your face. You smile.

"I miss you."

PLEASE

BYE–