the slightest smells..
remind me of you...
you're name...
picture...
places we've been...
my sheets...
pillows...
car...
apartment.
job...
everything.
the park...
reminds me of you.
pappadeaux's...
i wish that place would burn down.
it all makes me nauseous.
so nauseous i feel it coming up...
&& i have to hold it down.
anger.
it's bottled up.
sometimes.
other times...
i'm fine.