Re-Occuring Thoughts
Forgetful
I really shouldn’t drive and have an emotional breakdown at the same time.
I almost ran over a crusty looking old lady.
Oh well.
I turned on the radio, trying to distract myself from my broken heart… or my confused heart. Whatever the hell it was.
“You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine!” Taylor Swift sung on the radio.
I punch the radio to turn it off.
Why did everything remind me of him? Why was I always thinking of him? Was I obsessed?
I had to be. Maybe, I was overthinking everything he said to me, since he was the only thing I thought about.
I just… had to stop thinking about him I guess.
That was going to be hard.
I got home and got out of the car. The car! The only car we took to the beach!
I left everyone at the beach!!!
How were they gonna get home? I would have to go get them, but HE was probably still at the beach, and I did NOT wanna see HIM!
I got back in the car and headed for the beach. He probably went to go find that girl he was with earlier.
Hopefully.
I almost ran over a crusty looking old lady.
Oh well.
I turned on the radio, trying to distract myself from my broken heart… or my confused heart. Whatever the hell it was.
“You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine!” Taylor Swift sung on the radio.
I punch the radio to turn it off.
Why did everything remind me of him? Why was I always thinking of him? Was I obsessed?
I had to be. Maybe, I was overthinking everything he said to me, since he was the only thing I thought about.
I just… had to stop thinking about him I guess.
That was going to be hard.
I got home and got out of the car. The car! The only car we took to the beach!
I left everyone at the beach!!!
How were they gonna get home? I would have to go get them, but HE was probably still at the beach, and I did NOT wanna see HIM!
I got back in the car and headed for the beach. He probably went to go find that girl he was with earlier.
Hopefully.