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how come every day when i come closer to have completely forgotten about him, some new memory pops into my mind? silly things like... i got into my sister's car... and it smells exactly like his car did for the 3 years i rode in it... driving past the science museum... where we waited for his brother to meet us one time... everything... i quit.
i officially believe that there is no getting over this. help me out here, tim...
it's 10pm, and i am hereby done with the day. going to bed early, i guess.
i officially believe that there is no getting over this. help me out here, tim...
it's 10pm, and i am hereby done with the day. going to bed early, i guess.