Chelsea, you reek of tears and pain.

I am trying not to vomit.
I'm not entirely sure what would come up. I feel as if there's nothing there to lose.
Freedom, more than likely.

I wish I could avoid being devastated like this and making such a sobbing fool of myself. There are so many things I want to tell you but none of them matter because you've already made up your mind. Well, I feel like you have. You're already gone. Hugging you was like hugging someone I love dearly but they're sick or lost or gone. You weren't actually there were you. I'm dreaming aren't I? I'm dizzy enough to be floating through my door into the cold living room and settling down five months ago with you, watching a movie in the hot sticky summer night. The winter of my demise. I don't know why I can't be everything for you. "I love you too, I just don't know if it's in the same way."

I'm crying to clog my nose, so that when I lay here in my bed tonight, trying so desperately to fall asleep, I can't smell you surrounding me.

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