How come everything that happens in my life has the worst timing?
Seriously. Stop. Stop being cute when you live somewhere that would literally take me a day to drive to. Not that I would but I’m just trying to make a point.
UGH.
Just found the flower you gave me maybe a year ago that I kept and completely forgot about. It’s amazing how a simple thing like that caused me to remember all the good I used to see in you. And how quickly it reminded me that all of that is gone forever. Let’s just say, it felt good to throw that crusty useless flower out.













