used to be you were the only one that could make me cry.

then we broke up and it took a while but i could say i was ok.

yesterday we could have gone a week {and we have} without speaking and i would have been ok with it. it wouldnt have been unusual.

now you are coming. you will be here later today and i am moving in four days and the world is too much.

you say you are worried that something is wrong and you leave.

i do situps until i feel sick.

lift weights until i cannot type.

it doesnt help. nothing helps when you are here.