please stop texting me as if its my fault you cant sleep.

if i werent so disappointed that i didnt get to see you today, i might actually enjoy the first week of school by myself, with time and energy to do my own things. please don't come over tomorrow. or the day after. i dont care that its our anniversary. its just a fucking date. none of it matters when we cant learn to keep promises.

i dont know why i'm typing all these hateful things, i dont know if i mean them, or if the urge to cry is driving me out of control.