I’m so punk rock I listen to whatever the fuck sounds good to me.
i was just showing my mom how to paste something into her text message on her phone and i was like “double tap in the the text box” “the text box” “the text box” and she was just pointing to random places on her screen that weren’t the text box and all i could think of was
I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.
This is an apology letter to the both of us for how long it took me to let things go.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.