He rolled up a love note and tacked it to my board. It made me really happy, but also really sad.
I put his milk on my phone.
He put mine on his keys.
We should’ve been at Dave and Busters right now. Spending money and getting drunk and having fun.
I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me*.
EDIT: *Figuratively. I hope it doesn’t actually kill me. It’s quite nice not wanting to die, you know. Though I suppose I would still make it through the year if I died at the end. But I don’t want to end up like that woman who hung that drywall that one time.