I Get It When People Avoid Me. I Dont Even Want Myself Around.

420 reminiscing is problematic and useless the thought of what was leaves me with nothing just a gaping emptiness almost like a sinking bloat in my torso you've ignited my soul like a star and now my body and mind is a black hole i am left to absorb and consume all things nostalgic of you and just like that youre everywhere and nowhere all at once what hope if any is salvageable in an existence such as this keep your stock imaged answers they wont fit my personas nothing seems to except you that is atleast at one point this time i fear has long since passed a fear i've held deep in my heart from the day i met you a love left to rot and so as the only one still carrying this burden labled love by me alone the rot consumes and i feel nothing but its ache stinch and fester metastasizing for you like a zombies intimate yet carnal cravings for brains i simply and utterly crave to devour you in every way possible