Picasso Limited Edition.

It was like this dream I had once. That she was with someone else and then we bumped into each other and I was like not the one she left with. Except when I drove away this time, I didn't wake up after. It's crazy how you can have this life with someone but in the end all it is, is some box with stuff in it. 

Our whole relationship somehow condensed in that box, a blanket, pictures, music, a candle, a picasso limited edition and some pareos. Bye u'i. 

I wonder what they did after I left. They probably talked about me endlessly the whole night. How much I suck, how terrible I am, how selfish, how self centered. How about that.