n. 13

i don't need to call rex by a noun.
he's my boyfriend, i get it.

i don't need vibrant colours to get noticed.
sometimes i don't even want to get noticed.

i don't need pictures of us macking out on our faces.
it makes me sick to look at that.

i don't need bitchy whine-ary crap to have people judge me or pity me
who really does?

i don't need late night phone calls anymore.
because if you're always tired, why bother?

i don't need any more promises.
there's no point in pretending to keep them if there's not even the thought of keeping them in the first place

i don't need sleep.
if i'm going to wake up an hour later... or maybe twelve hours later.

i'm just so bundled up with so many emotions.
i don't need them.