I found your old sweater about an hour ago; I can’t stop crying.
my eyes burn so bad and I think my throat is bleeding but I can’t stop screaming for you
I made my mom cry
I’m not going to school I can’t stand seeing your friends give me stupid pity looks anymore
I need to get drunk so bad but I won’t because I know of you were still here you would never let me drive home drunk but the roads are icy and I want to see you soon
I miss you so much but my lungs ache and I made myself sick and I can almost feel you rubbing my back and pressing your body to mine because I can’t sleep with out feeling your breathing patterns
I miss you so much
john staying in 221b when sherlock is out of town for a case and sleeping in sherlocks bed and dreading having to leave and dreading having to go back to an apartment that smells of baby powder and claire da lune instead of cigarettes and chemicals