I’m so used to seeing her everyday. I’m used to spending time with her anytime I had nothing else to do. I’m used to dealing with her boy troubles and her listening to me talk about my girlfriend. I’m used to hearing her obnoxious laugh anytime I’m acting like a ruhtard. I’m used to staying up with her ‘til it’s hella late and having to wake her ass up off the couch so she could get in her bed. I’m used to arguing with her about whether or not it’s hot or cold in her house and/or outside. I’m used to listening to her bicker and complain about anything and everything while she whines about how much of a bitch her mom is. (Her mom is NOT a bitch, just for the record.) I’m used to seeing her dogs everyday and listening to them bark all the time because they think they’re hearing stuff.
I MISS ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING DEALING WITH MY BESTFRIEND AND IT HASN’T EVEN BEEN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS SINCE WE’VE BEEN APART.