i was going to write about what you gave me, what you taught me, or any piece of you that i still hold with me but i thought about it for days and iโm realizing that my mother taught me to ride a bike and taught me how to use chopsticks correctly and how to drive and you gave me nothing, so how am i supposed to miss you when i have nothing worthwhile to miss?
j.e.b. (( i donโt miss you and iโm not sorry anymore ))














