Shit.

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck.

We always have a tendency to really fuck things up, don’t we? One day we are perfectly happy, but the next night most miserable. How can something which seems like a good thing turn around and be what is destroying you in the end? I want to leave you, I do, but mostly I just want to kiss you. Put your seat belt on, my dear, because we are about to get going. Only time will tell if we hit a wall or just the open road. Don’t tell me how fast we are going, all that matters is I’ve got you in the passenger seat.

Are you ready to fuck this up? Let’s go.

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