I remember walking up to the Fiddler on the Roof audition when I was fourteen years old alone, feeling very unstoppable and confident and then hiding behind the big trashcan in the foyer of the auditorium As they repeatedly called my name.
If you want something throw it away.
I remember getting a ******* from a purring cat in the dark in a dumpster behind a ***** bar.
If you love something throw it away.
I remember buying you lingerie and ripping it off of you not even two hours later.
If you love someone throw them away.
I remember seeing you wear my shirts after *** and how undescribably gorgeous you looked then, glowing and I thought about callling you the other day to ask for them back but then I realized: