I don't know what to think or how to feel or what to do or how to act.
I leave in the morning.
It's like as soon as I get settled back at home I have to go back.
It's so strange.
I'm excited but I'm nervous some things will hit me as soon as I get back to MTA.
I'm excited to see my friends.
I'm sad about Tom things. But I'm slowly moving on and letting go.
It's weird not knowing someone I once felt like I knew better than anyone else, including himself.
I'm in a weird place and all I want is a cigarette, and I can't.
Just, shit.
Fuck.
I leave in the morning.
It's like as soon as I get settled back at home I have to go back.
It's so strange.
I'm excited but I'm nervous some things will hit me as soon as I get back to MTA.
I'm excited to see my friends.
I'm sad about Tom things. But I'm slowly moving on and letting go.
It's weird not knowing someone I once felt like I knew better than anyone else, including himself.
I'm in a weird place and all I want is a cigarette, and I can't.
Just, shit.
Fuck.
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