This is the end.
Fin.
Fin.
I like making lists, so here is one for today.
I will get through at least 2/3 of this list or so help me God.
Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens. A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins. I will never ask if you don’t ever tell me. I know you well enough to know you never loved me.
Why can’t I feel anything from anyone other than you?
I stay wrecked and jealous for this, for this simple reason: I just need to keep you in mind as something larger than life.
you can’t experience everything by reading about them in novels.