I started feeling sick and went to the bathroom. But never threw up. As I started feeling a little better so I went back out to his room and sat down and then I started to feel sick again so I went back into the bathroom and threw up this time and after I just sat there and I knew of I went back out I’d feel really sick again so I texted him saying I’m sorry. And he came into the bathroom and we just sat there holding hand and he wiped the mascara off my face and we didn’t really talk about it but he took my phone and we had a conversation over the notes thing. And then his mom brought me home. And it just really sucks because I thought I was over feeling like this.
If I had a car I’d pick you up and take you to the middle of no where. Someplace that you could actually see stars. And I’d bring lots of pillows and blankets. I would make my parents think that I’m elsewhere so they don’t have to worry about me. But more importantly I wouldn’t have to worry about them. I could just be with you. I could be 100% with you. Not the kind of “with you” where I’m still worrying about other things. Just totally with you. And we could stay there all night. And nothing else would matter.