I find so much joy in informing people that my dad uninvited me to Thanksgiving, and that my mom lives in Hawaii. Only in lei of a sense of maturity, that I cannot right now obtain by any other means. I think about where I was and what I was doing precisely this time last year, and it makes me want to rip out my eyes, and puke until I die. Not because of the perfection that was, but rather the now.
(My dad spoke to me it's just not worth it, and no matter the circumstances, I really could never disagree.)
Sometimes people take your breath away, and sometimes they don't ever really give it back.
Sometimes people take your breath away, and sometimes they don't ever really give it back.
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