I'm about to buy a house in four days and there is still a little part of me that wishes for the indescribable freedom of living in my door room where I could shut the door, turn down the lights, turn on the music that makes her cry, and just have it out with my emotions. Doing things like that when you're living in your apartment with you boyfriend just isn't acceptable adult behavior.
You can't just go have a good cry when you need it without questions.
You can't just go have a good cry when you need it without questions.

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