but we can't go back; we're on our own.

if i had any notion of how i'm gonna drive my car across the atlantic ocean i'd be fucking set.

everything that's happened in the past month just hit me all at once.

i've been faking it this entire time.

i cannot spend tonight thinking what i'm thinking right now.

ooh! it! feels good to be free!

thank you for reminding me, yet again, that i was never a priority.
that you do in fact act your age, and that i never did.

god can be so hilarious.