today is one of those days where i am sitting on edge waiting, just waiting for a moment to come. i rock ever so slightly, my feet tap and i cannot think straight.
then i get an email from him when he already knows the state i am in:
“i want to call you after you sneak into the bathroom. to not hear you make a sound on the other end, barely hearing you breath; but knowing you are screaming in your mind as you come.”
fuck this day.
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