…how much I don’t care about certain people, and certain situations. At one time, my heart might have felt the quick sting of pain or regret, but I haven’t known that feeling in a long time. Some people aren’t meant to stick around.
I think I’m starting to get a cold. The kind where my head fills up with cotton, and my ears are constantly popping. I bet it was the airplane air that did it.
Enough of this.
Fall officially starts on Friday.
You don’t have to stick around to be stuck in time. :)
Thanks, but I feel like there is a difference between being “stuck in time” and experiencing random reminders of your past.
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