typical.

it's the journey we take in the car that gets me. i realize that we're going back home and you have become bored with me; you're the type that needs to mingle rather than stay within the same crowd for too long. you crawl from the passenger seat to the back, and i smile because i think every little thing you do is about me. [ july 2, 2016 // 1:07 a.m. ]