my sofa bed.

is not the comfiest bed i've slept on.
but it is my bed. and i miss it today.
i've been missing it for 5 days.
i can't sleep. i can't sleep. (i can't sleep).

already i am ignoring the broken promises made.
and rejected politely the half open eye offer to share a bed.

and for some strange reason my heart is beating too hard.
like its trying to break down my ribs to jump out for dear life.

i can't wait for november to be over.
but i don't want december to come either.
can we just fast forward to january?
february will be okay as well.

i am sick. i do not feel well.
i need to be alone.
and i need to stop growing fat,
and stop trying to look like a scrawny panda.

i miss my sofa bed.
do you understand?