How can I open my mouth and be honest with her when I don’t have all the answers? Something’s not working inside me, a connection that’s been severed at the mere thought of a life without my best friend. My hands won’t stop shaking, my heart racing. With every moment spent staring down at my phone, the influx of messages, phone calls from everyone except the only person I want to hear from, it gets worse. Because this phone. This fucking phone is the bane of my damn existence right now, and I hate it.
