I'm driving threw your hometown wondering if you're here. A lot of me wishes you are. But there's a part of me that wishes you aren't. Because as selfish as it is, I want to be one of the first to know you're back. Even though I know it's not going to happen like that because we haven't been that close in the past few years. So I can't understand why you would think to tell me first. Or at all, I guess.
A big part of me wants you to be back already because then you'd be back. But there's that strong fucking part of me that hopes you're not because I want to think I matter to you even if I don't.
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De TodoA story of my life up until now, or when "now" is when I finish writing this. Disclaimer: everything in this is 100% true. This story won't be a "family friendly" thing. I'm going to cover very real things that may be triggering. This goes from wh...
