Fights that should never have happened with the one person in this town I see on a regular basis rack the fuck out of my brain. I wonder why they start, and I know it's usually my fault.
I don't want to leave, I'd miss it here.
I miss my friends.
But I'd miss her more if I went back.
My friends don't understand why I left them.
They all expect me to come running right back to Portland as soon as I want to. I don't really want to do anything or go anywhere without Elle, and I don't mean that to sound creepy.
Maybe my ability to change a romantic moment into a brutal fight will help them get their wish.
I hope that won't be the case.
Note to self, the chorus was the subject of this entry.