ninty-five percent of our universe is made out of the stuff.
and one hundred percent of my life is made out of it,
now that you have left.
I am out of touch,
out of sync,
and I have lost all meaning
originally, it had been a great idea.
leave. forget. never come back.
fill the void with something else.
then my heartache grew.
I could not go a day without wishing for you.
do you miss me?
I hope so.
then I'm sorry for wasting your time.