what is it about speeding down this stupid fucking interstate at dusk that always makes me decide to get brave and drunk off the most unforgivably mediocre sad indie bullshit just to text you to say something ridiculous and trite like “im sorry” or “i miss you” and mean something ridiculous and trite like “tell me it wasn’t fucking real if it helps you sleep but i’m not gonna forget what you said that night” or “something inside me burns like hell when i see you laugh at his god awful stolen jokes and i wanna go kick another hole in something instead of daring stop to think about why i feel this way”

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