hang-ups.
I woke up in the middle of the night, stomach growling because I forgot to eat again—eating is not a priority when you’re heartbroken—so i got a bag of chips from the kitchen and brought it back to bed where i snacked and watched bad girls club. I am anti food in bed, in my own bed at least, but this time I didn’t care. she loved to snack in bed. i would give her such a hard time when she did. you’ll get crumbs all over the place, i’d say, you’ll attract bugs. this is a bad idea. munch munch munch she’d respond. but now I miss her eating in bed. I miss all of her bad habits. i regret not letting her eat in my bed. the crumbs that would have fallen on the carpet and gotten trapped in its fiber strands would be all that remained of her in my room.
