lovecup.

i have been pretty sick for the past weekish. and the past few days i haven't had a voice. this cough is killing me too. fever to make it worse.
oh well. i'll survive.

i feel as if i am falling back into the deep roots. over six feet under in the damp, dark, tips of the roots of trees and bushes. where, right now, nothing is living. and on top, the grass is frozen and breaking.
and i can't fight it anymore. this daily battle i am going to lose.

anyways.
he doesn't know this, but i would be his girlfriend if he wanted me to be. i know he doesn't need it, but i would take care of him. he says not to worry about him, but i can't help it and him saying not to worry only tells me i should. because he is lying when he says that.
i want to take a bite out of that sweet buttercup. my lovecup.