tonight is the last night at Bonita Vista. i've been sick the last couple days, and the funny thing about stomach parasites is even after the first dose of the meds they give you, you instantly feel better...
and now that i'm not completely preoccupied and distracted with how shitty i feel, the rest of my feelings are coming back into the foreground now. and i feel like i just got hit by a flood.
i feel like i walked into this house for the first time completely naive and stupid and ignorant to how the world worked.
and i'm walking out completely warped and jaded and different. but yet smarter all the same.
and this house has some memories of someone recent that i've been clinging on to like Kate Winslet to that fucking wooden door in the middle of the ocean. i feel like by leaving this house he's going to fade away completely.
i'd give anything to have that loud ass mustang fly around the corner on my last night at this godforsaken house.
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