The little things are killing me.
Doing my laundry for the first time at school today.
Seeing a ticket from a concert we went to last summer.
Going to fiddle with my ring and noticing it’s no longer there.
The Brontosaurus from your closet smiling goofily at me from beside my laptop.
Your last words playing over and over again in my head before I fall into a restless sleep.
Single and ready to mingle, folks.
I love this song in the opening of The Chumscrubber.