28. One day, three autumns. In omnia paratus.
I swear we were infinite.∞

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I hate feeling like this. Like I’m always the second option. No. Not the second option, but the last. Like it doesn’t even matter how I feel, as long as you’re having a good time. It’s like nothing else matters but you. It’s always you. It always has to be about you.

#personal