My head hurts so badly.

We were supposed to wake up, maybe roll around and touch a little. Then we were going to get ready together, in all the cute ways like we used to and maybe go to the museum. I’ve wanted to go to a museum with you so badly for the last three years.

But no. 

You fucked up everything. You’re a silent coward. 

I’ve been in and out of sleep all day just waiting for you to do something.

I have the worst headache and should have made you take the train home.

I have four hours of driving ahead of me.

God damn it.