I’m getting fucked up.
I don’t care right now.
and it’s okay.
Sometimes you just need to get away.
sometimes it’s unhealthy.
sometimes it’s needed.
probably not, but here I am.
and here I go.
There was a tornado warning and we ran into a car.
And drove to the store to buy hot dogs.
Yelling at you because you didn’t go over.
Not sleeping from working overnights and being fucking miserable.
Walking somewhere to get lost someplace to end up nowhere and finding nothing.
Hanging up on me.
Hanging up on you.
And me never forgetting you.
And yes. That last part was about you.