I'm Amerissa. Entirely composed of bad humor and awkwardness. Utter nerd. Human trashbag af.
A tombstone with your name on it, indicating that below it are particles and specs of you, is not enough to comfort me when I can no longer find traces of you in my life.
I am lonely, but not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps but other people emphasise my loneliness.
Physically, yes I can live without you. I can eat, breathe, and sleep easily without you.
But if I’m not sharing half of a medium pizza with you, then I don’t want to eat.
And if I can’t feel your body move up and down as you breathe, I see no purpose in breathing.
And if I’m not waking up chest deep wrapped in your arms, then I don’t want to sleep.