I am the Highway —
I never met you, but for some reason that doesn’t stop the fact that I fucking miss you. I can’t stand all your songs on the radio and all the articles on Facebook. Fuck.
With a great effort, the rug is moved to one side of the room, revealing the dusty cover of a closed trap door.
I never met you, but for some reason that doesn’t stop the fact that I fucking miss you. I can’t stand all your songs on the radio and all the articles on Facebook. Fuck.