I love that she does it and hate that she has to.
I want this to mean something different because I can't explain it away.
I don't belong here but no one has actually rejected me, yet.
Only four more hours until the train spots at the time for the ticket I bought. I might be able to figure it out. Until then, there are the beautiful ocean and women here. There's worse ways to feel as if you might've failed before.
