You’ll be married in 22 days. I’m aware of how fucked it is that I’m counting. I had the most real dream of my life about you last night. Am I not even allowed to sleep without thinking about you?! Fuck. My heart hurts, I regret the day I met you.
Meanwhile in Canada…fuck do we ever need liquor at Walmart.
I just want to forget about you. Is that really so much to ask.