10.30pm. I know I shouldn't wait. It's fine. I'll wait.
Edited.
2.26am. I give up. My mind's going wild enough. You're prolly clubbing, grinding, I don't know. Why do I even care? But at least be nice to me, and text me your morning message. And the only thing I'm hoping to know is, "I've been sleeping sweet."
Let's just see.
p.s. If you're wasting yourself away, it's fair, it's fair. Whateffs.
Talk through the night with Zach shall we.
