the only reason you make me sad is because i look at the things you do, how you're so much better than me
what a fool i am
i just wish i could relive those moments
the feeling of hope that was derived from hatred
the late night drives, crying in the back seat from joy
the smile on my face in a bathroom in new orleans
the sunday morning i realized i loved you
the day i looked at doodle club and thought,
"I like to draw, so it wouldn't hurt to try this app"
boy was I wrong
but boy was I right
weird
thank you for existing
