Something about coming home always reminds me of you. Yet in all honesty we no longer talk. And you no longer live there. But i still hope you may come back one day. And everything will go back to being like it was.
Today is my day. Everybody has left so this apartment is all mine. Florence is all mine. I just worked out but now i think i’ll walk. Clear my head and just walk around as much as i can. I just dont want to be here right now. I want to be totally isolated for a little. A day is not enough.
Where the fuck is my scale