I gassed up my car, got back in behind the wheel and the radio came on. It was on XRT so the DJ was horribly boring and rambling—and all he kept saying was the name Peter, talking about Peter Gabriel and marijuana. “The green stuff. Sometimes red. Sometimes purple. Ahh, I don’t know what I’m talking about.”
I was told tonight that talking to me is like sleeping with me.
it’s depressing to realize how much I depend on Jack. how we can spend an entire day together and not want to murder each other. the majority of our time is spent with each other. I’m almost sure that’s a bad thing.
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