the comfort in the bed that I walk up in and the scent in the whole room had me jumping up.
I didn't even want to leave the bed but I was very much aware of whose room it was.
I didn't even have to go look for Keith because somehow he was also sleeping next to me and I don't even remember what happened yesterday after I passed out.
I don't know why I felt like there was a lighter atmosphere. every time I talk about this I automatically feel better but it never lasts because the past always comes back to haunt me.
I honestly don't have the energy to throw a tantrum today I just divided to go ahead and use his shower.
it's not even about me being ashamed of seeing people after what I said yesterday but I just don't have the energy to look at them and probably see pity and the natural ha
