Trying to pretend like I don’t care makes me feel like the acid has gone radio active in my stomach. It makes me bite my tongue whenever I’m around. I wish I wish I wish I could ignore it. Like swallowing a live fish. Good thing the bar is fucking dark, my cheeks are scorching.

An still there’s that voice in the back of my head screaming DON’T. DO NOT. REMAIN ALOOF REMAIN ALOOF REMAIN ALOOF.

Wash the bones, bring the body, leave the heart behind.

Eight and a half hours in the car, four or so more to go. I’m so over it.
I can’t wait to just BE there. Ugh.