the sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it

I am.
sick.
of waiting.
I just need validation
that he loves me as much as I love him.
I think I've lost my faith.
OH WELL! THERE'S ALWAYS DRUGS.
Lawlzlawlzlawlz.
I wish I were in the laundromat with Nay Nay and a few bottals of dex or wine and a carton of cigarettes.
That's all I need right now.
Everything else is just too much hassle.