I drove back from Tacoma, not in the mood for talking. My dad was saying something, I think. It didn't matter, my mind had turned its focus on itself. I was thinking about age, the killer of many young men like myself. I was thinking about accomplishments. I was thinking about people. I was thinking about love, because that always seemed like
(
Read more... )
Comments 5
Reply
Reply
also, we need to see eachother before you leave otherwise i won't see you for like 5 months. because i leave on the 18th.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment