I was listening to the Blink 182 album on my way home today.
The last time I listened to it we were in the upstairs guest bed at my parents’ house, making out while listening to music on your phone.
Something about that made me feel so fucking young again. And we’re not old. But a carefree type of young. Like our biggest problems are just being on time and existing.
But that was the hardest thing of all though.
Am I awful for wishing this disease took someone else that night. Any other one of my friends. If you could be here and sober. Always
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