fucking hell, every time i see motorcyclists around here i feel my chest hurting and it's always a little harder for me to breathe. it really pains me to see them. (in case you didn't know: my best friend died in a crash four months ago, while on a motorcycle.) it makes me want to bawl my eyes out and hell, it makes me miss him so much more.
also, i was mildly panicking earlier, because i thought that i felt okay today and that i would be fine going to driving school without my brother this time. jesus christ, it was terrifying and i was afraid. how am i going to survive in this world?
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ricarda vs the world
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