I wish I could tell you how I really feel. But instead I cover it up with sarcasm and crap like that. I don't even realize I'm doing it until after the fact. It's an automatic thing. If I could stop, you'd know how sad I am, and how scared I am to feel sad...
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"You’ll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You will need other people and you will need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things." — Jamie Tworkowski
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