Empty

I've never felt so incomplete in my life. My nose is running, tears are pouring out of my eyeballs, and my eyelashes are sticking together. My heart is pounding, and so is my head. The vein on the side is pumping blood through it and it feels like it's going to explode inside of me and kill me. I want to throw up. I miss you. I miss you so much. I wish you would talk to me, I wish I could feel you and hear you. I wish I could snuggle you like I'm snuggling this teddy bear. You're the firefly buzzing around my ears, tickling every fuzz on my earlobe. I wish I didn't have to do this to myself every time I feel less of someone. Problems = stupidity and stupidity = meltdown. I need to be frozen, in time. Without phones or answering machines. Things get me down, things never bring me up. Goddammit, I'm allergic to this teddy bear's fur. What next, the clouds make me itch? The sun makes me burn as soon as I go outside, and the cramps and churns in my stomach turn into vomit in the toilet>vomit in the ocean> vomit in a fish's mouth. Well, bye.