I’m not sure that I have a single person that I can talk to about everything. That’s a little weird to say, because I never used to have that issue. But I suppose that’s like putting all of your eggs in one basket, yeah? (Easter pun, hah). In all seriousness though, I don’t trust people like I used to. I need to get out of New England and to the West Coast.
Nights like these, I tell myself that I don’t need anybody else to be happy.
Nights like these, my mind tells me otherwise.
If there was a nice apartment and I have a decent job and you felt happy and thought there could be a nice history together, would you come home?
Nice photos man
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