driving was my safe haven. being in the car with the heater full blast, listening to the serene of some obscure band... everything felt okay. the cold could not penetrate this; not me. long drives as the dying orange glare reflected off the asphalt, silence ringing in my ears because thoughts filled every crack in that space.
jealous. jealous. jealous. jealous. jealous. intentions, my love. jealous. jealous. jealous. jealous. jealous. and i hate feeling this feeling
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