I swear to god until the day I die it feels like I’m always going to be wanting to do something different, and then regretting making the change and wanting things to be like they used to be once I’ve gone to the next stage of my life. It doesn’t matter what it is. It’ll always just be me wanting to move on, then moving on, and then wanting to go back to how things were before.
You wiping away the thought bubble is me drinking whiskey.
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