train wreck ✓

fifty-three.

"can we do this again sometimes?" travis had asked and being polite, i nodded before wandering off, purposely not going home. i couldn't deal with the pitying looks i got from my mother recently.

i found myself on the rooftop that night.

drinking and smoking and tainting my lungs.

and i thought about everything except miles, i thought about how i had nothing to look foreword to besides work and the possibility of him coming back for me. and then even as i smoked a joint that was left in his shirt pocket with a cheap lighter that i'd found on the roof, i looked over the horizon and i sang for myself.

i hadn't sang for myself in a while.

"when we had our first kiss, it was your favorite thing and you weren't lying when you said it would sting...

fuck it, i think i've found hell.