I'm torn. On one hand, I'm glad you're happy and know that me getting out of the way has at the very least something to do with it. That's why I got out of the way in the first place. On the other hand, it seems like you moved on really quickly while I'm still a little hung up on this. Sometimes when I can't keep myself from thinking about it, I feel like I can't believe anything you ever said to me, like it was a front. It doesn't make sense why you'd ever do such a thing, but nothing I fucking think seems to make any sense nowadays anyways.
Florida can't get here soon enough...
Thanks for reading.
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