I want you so fucking bad, I can’t think straight. I go to work and I wonder what you’re doing. When I come home and you’re not there, the house feels empty. Seeing you at my kitchen table eating your shit cereal that’s going to rot your teeth out makes my fucking morning. When I think about you leaving in the fall, I get downright depressed. You think I think you’re childish and flighty, but in truth, I envy how you never care what anyone thinks, so long as it makes you happy. I wish I could be like that. I wish I could be like you, Claire, but the truth is, I’d much rather have you.”
