another sleepless night. another night where my tear ducts are really good at working, even when i don't want them to. i should hang up clothes. i should go to sleep. i should turn in my two weeks notice TOMORROW.
i want ryan to be home. i want to go home. i want to leave this town. i want a new pair of boots. i want to smoke with my little brother. i want to drink with my actual friends. i want to never come back to eureka, california.
WANT WANT WANT.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.