have to choke and choke and choke
I knew something had fucking happened. I had that same feeling I had the day we were in that wreck and that morning before I got arrested. I knew it when he didn't answer or even reply to any of my txts but I just assumed he was in jail, so much worse though. I was at work almost sobbing because all I knew was "he was in a wreck and he was taken to the hospital" and not the hospital here, it was one an hour away so I assumed that meant it was fucking serious. my over active goddamn imagination or brain whatever. I was already fucking thinking about what the fuck I was gonna do and of course the tattoo I would get for him. how sad. ANYWAY EVERYTHING IS OKAY I GUESS BUT I HAVENT TALKED TO HIM BUT HE'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT. he wanted a new car anyway.