Your sad is not special. There are hundreds and thousands and thousands of hundreds just like you.
I’m in New York. Yeah I know another movie about some privileged kid in New York. Another one for the road? No, this is a true story, my story - with some exaggerations as ones recollection would like.
Snorts line. Looks up at mirror. Music playing loud. Touching hair. How did I get to this point? Walks back to diner table. Guy sitting at the booth. So where were we? Well it’s getting late, you were in the bathroom for an awfully long time.
Scrolling through Instagram and getting angry when I see my friend liking the photo of my ex boyfriend’s new girlfriend
Here’s a lesson on how to feel everything and nothing all at once.
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