dustinmoritz
I pulled at my shirt. The worn out button was pulling the thread between the fabrics. I feel so itchy, I need a cigarette to calms my nerves. This cup of coffee isn't helping me.
The rubber band flew out of my fingers and snapped right into my eyeball, the right one to be exact. It is the single most painful thing that I have ever done to myself. And how you ask? Because I was high the other night and while trying to flick it at my friend. Karma decided to intervene from the future and put my in my place.
I'm driving down this road again. It's been a few years since I have seen her face, I wonder if she'd even recognize me. Her laugh is what I miss the most, her face slowly forming the dorkiest of faces. She made my heart melt.
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