transit - i was going to cross this out
and i’ll carry the last three years away in this broken cardboard box. i guess i’m too young to hold on and too old to just give up. i’ll take one last look around the room; i’ve never felt so lost. i guess i’m too young to hold on and too old to break free and run. i’m writing this all down to let you know i gave you my very best. i gave you my very best. how could you treat anyone like this? i would never treat anyone like this. but everyone misses someone more than they would like to admit, so i’m writing you a six word letter with no return address to let you know i gave you my very best.
my very best.