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| The patient guy Dear January, it's only the ninth of the month and I feel like I have nothing to write anymore. I guess my hormones weren't stable lately and usually it's because I'm extremely happy or extremely insecure from every inch of my skin to the deepest of my bones. January, I can't stop sobbing like a bitch about his departure. It makes my knees weak and my eyes really tired. We used to laugh at lame jokes. I got so used to you that you leaving me behind is really hard. I remember watching the same comedy show together over and over again. I remember how we would laugh at dumb people acting like they know it all. I remember how you would compliment my eyes every time they blink. I swear everything was beautiful till, you've decided that lame jokes are no longer funny, and dumb people were just a big nuisance, and how my eyes don't make you feel anymore. So I stopped watching comedy ever since. |