i like to think that it's just that we're so close we can share the same germs instead of, simply, you've gotten me sick.

and soon, when i wake up again, [morning number 2] i will tell my mother i am growing up and i need to be free. i will tell her that if i continue to live here, i will implode. a mental and emotional cave-in. it will hurt her. but i think in the long run, it will be best. and aside from that, i can't get the thought of falling asleep and waking up beside of you out of my head.

we'll see.

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