Oh, you drive me crazy.
Sometimes when I think about nothing, and I stare into space, I can still smell his stupid scented cigars.
And I love it.
All of my clothes smell like baby powder.
And I love it.
I told Brian about Dave. Now he's not talking to me, it's not like he and I are/were together. Stupid boy.
God, I miss it already, I wanna go back to Michigan.
I thought I would never say that. But it's him, and it's the people.
I'm sick, too.