you’ll never be okay.
I met rob one year ago today. the devils lost to the senators, it was freezing cold, I had been drinking purple haze beer and we got lost on the way home. I later fell asleep wondering what would become of all this and smiling at the goodnight text he sent me. I never once imagined that 365 days later I’d still smile at the nightly sweet dreams texts but I do and I’m happy.
I haven’t thought about my childhood cat, inky, in years. I can remember crying every night when he went missing for months. first real heartbreak.
just got drunk in some lame college town set off bottle rockets and vaporized.