Oh, and listen to this.
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Sometimes you wish your friends lived far away so you could drive home forever, and sing off-key into the darkness.
But at some point you have to come home and undress, you have to stop the pressure of the water running down your back and step out of the shower, you have to go to bed for the sake of your colon, you have to put aside your thoughts for another day.
There was something about his expression that made you believe that you’re better now. You’re safer. Maybe the realization that your mistakes are your own to make. That you’re stronger now than you ever were, and that people care about you, enough to tell you the truth when it’s the last thing you want to hear.
Praise the night, for this wouldn’t be possible any other time.