i drove to a hundred and twenty, cried, and let the wind return the drops back to my eyes, watched a movie on my own, felt infinite (Chbosky), drove a hundred and ten, got home, and felt numb.
i drove to a hundred and twenty, cried, and let the wind return the drops back to my eyes, watched a movie on my own, felt infinite (Chbosky), drove a hundred and ten, got home, and felt numb.