Dear Teens At Starbucks Wearing

I Mean, It’s Stupid To Miss Someone You Didn’t Even Get Along With. But I Don’t Know, It Was Nice, You Know, Having Someone You Could Always Fight With.

The Pleasure Of Remembering Had Been Taken From Me, Because There Was No Longer Anyone To Remember With. It Felt Like Losing Your Co-rememberer Meant Losing The Memory Itself, As If The Things We'd Done Were Less Real And Important Than They Had Been Hours Before.

We All Romanticize The People We Adore.

When Was The Last Good Kiss You Had?

All Those Paper People Living In Their Paper Houses, Burning The Future To Stay Warm.