Days without You

I get restless, depressed and lost.

It's as though I'm surviving without my drug; my coffee in the morning, the eggs in my English breakfast, the chilli in your noodles, the lighter in your pocket and pillow (you know who) on your bed, the lipstick in my purse and colours on my nails..

I can never get enough of you, furbs.

2 more days to Friday, and I can barely wait already. X