Everybody handles their scars differently.
Maybe you should just surrender to the fact that you’re not as important as you want to be.
Life becomes one distraction after another.
I feel like I’ve lived a million lives since the days of living in the proverbial closet in high school.
We only became friends because whenever he was around, the drugs were free. I have absolutely no idea what he’s like when he’s sober.
The relationship gave off the air of what I assume is teenage love even though I was in my early 20s and he had just landed in his 30s.
It was a sunny, spring, responsibility-free Saturday afternoon — one of those beautiful days that was made for future nostalgia to treasure.
Friday. A palpable sigh of relief. A day of celebration for making it through the week without murdering anyone.