GAS BLESS AMERICA
There’s been something that I’ve been putting off for about a month or so now. I knew the problem was there and my time to address and face it and stop being such a pussy about, and my window was getting smaller by the day. Tomorrow will be my last day before that window closes completely. The view sure has changed that’s for sure. Instead of out of place flowers and everyone you’ve ever known becoming no more than stranger you see walking through the thick fog as you stand on the boardwalk with a broken compass. Now the view is trampled wilted flowers, and you now knowing what they meant when they said, “Just remember, it's always darkest just before it goes black.” Tomorrow will be the last time to say good bye.