Does is all make sense, now?

[___whereyourest]

I can't stop crying. Everything, EVERYTHING reminds me of him. My own fucking clothes can somehow manipulate my thoughts into being directed toward him. All of his stuff is scattered in my room. Princeton Junction train station reminded me of the time we went to pick Mike up there and then went to a party. I pass through Highstown and think about

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[britishtour]

well you guys are still speaking, right?