Missing the Evil One
i wish i were there with you last night.. i miss those days [and nights] where we can talk and mess around and act silly and make fun of other people and get wasted and almost get ourselves killed (hahaha, that balcony moment!) and believe that we are the best the whole humanity has ever produced and think that we can take on the whole fucking world. yeah, all those things, with little regard to TIME (it’s my nemesis now!), and to other people. how i truly miss those days.
To My Ever Dearest, Most Evil Friend,
This is how my Sunday will go — I will terribly miss you so much, hope and wish and whatever that I can turn back the wheels of time. Hoping we are together right now. I hate this Sunday so much. Good thing it’s already the last day of the week. Tomorrow… tomorrow will be a new day, a new week.
I miss you, Evil One.
