She cuddles with his pillow, silently cursing him for not being there again. She's depressed and lonely. Not to mention horny as hell. She had a conversation with him earlier and he told her he'd text her roomie's phone if he wasn't going to show up. She told him the roomie was at her mom's and she wasn't sure if the roomie would even be home that night. He asked her how he should tell her then if he wasn't coming and she popped off with the same way you always do...by not showing up at all. She wants to cry but she's not sure she can. She is listening to the "Depressed" playlist and slowly working herself up. The teeniest tiny squirms around in her bed making little noises as she's writing and she prays in her head that the teeniest tiny stays asleep. It's only an hour after midnight and she feels like she needs to sleep but the mind again won't let her. It's unlikely he's going to show up at this hour so again she is disappointed. If only I had a bowl. I'd be a little happier. Life sucks for her unfortunatly so she decides that sleep will have to do.
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