[bitesize]

Full of words tonight, it seems.


- I shouldn't have used you, the night before last. I was feeling Too Single for the first time, almost ever, and I just wanted to be spooned, and I knew you'd be up for it. I feel bad that drove in to collect me and you drove me back the next day, you didn't have to do that, and it makes me feel like a worse person. I'm sorry that I basically booty called you and then didn't even have sex with you, because I didn't want to, even though we had nice sex before. I'm sorry that you seem to want more from me than I'll ever give you.

- I'm going to miss you so much for the next four months.

- And what's the craic with YOU? Bah. G'ways.

- The single sentence you wrote is something that any creative writer, which you are, and which I am too, could write blindfolded, in two seconds. I want REAL. I want news, I want stories, I want anything that makes me feel like it's YOU talking to ME from across the world and not anyone, talking to anyone, from anywhere. Get a fucking life, is what my head wants to say to you, but my heart won't let it.

- There's endlessness to say to you, but I've already cried my way through a blog entry and will probably cry some more when I wrap myself up in your hoodie to sleep. I just hope... that you're thinking of me too, that you're not too sad, and that you know how much everything you've done has ever meant to me.

- I love you. I don't care what you do, music or lit or whatthefuckever, just let it make you happy.