Why can't I be enough for you?

Sort of like a dream.

I guess we never technically said goodbye.

Sometimes while I was driving I would feel his eyes on me. And when I looked at him he would moan and look back at me like he wanted to rip me apart and have sex right there in that parking lot. So we did.

I convinced her to come outside with me and jump on the trampoline. It felt like a lot more fun in the moment, with perfect weather and nothing better to do. The highlight of my summer. The only thing I can remember.

This isn't how things were supposed to happen.

It kills me inside thinking of the things I'm missing out on here. Dreaming of Los Angeles tonight.

It's funny. As soon as I get the sense that someone is leaving me I move onto someone else. Convince myself that I never liked them in the first place, and the cycle commences.

This one has to work.