Guilt feels like calling her because I really need to be around her when I feel like I can’t breathe.
Guilt tastes like chocolate and noodles that she made for me that night.
Guilt sounds like I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry God, I’m sorry for being such a fuck up.
Sorry for terrible writing. Was trying to write about guilt, got distracted and then this^ happened so anyway this is it.
My Overflowing Thoughts 