I Can’t Seem To Make Myself Care

Came To . . . See You.” “but I Had To Go Home, Remember? You Were Supposed To Say Good-bye.” “don't Know Why You . . . Say Good-bye. I Say . . . Hello.” Her Lip Quivers Between Reactions, But She Ends Up With A Reluctant Smile. “god You're A Cheeseball. But Seriously, R—

I Feel An Unfamiliar But Pleasant Sensation In My Lips, Tugging Them Upward. This Is... New.

Here We Are On The Road. We Must Be Going Somewhere.

I Want To Change My Punctuation. I Long For Exclamation Marks, But I'm Drowning In Ellipses.

It Was Fun, But It's Over Now. This Is How Things Go.