I’ve been, dwelling on my thoughts recently

I just miss the way things were. When I had friends, when my little brother was happy in a relationship with a woman that wouldn’t break up with him unless she moved. When I had someone who loved me. When my mom would make us pancakes, when my grandpa didn’t have 3 strokes in a row, when everyday had a good feeling, when 3 AM was a trophy not a burden. When McDonald’s wasn’t a bad place, when Ohio was a normal state, when people went outside, when I had someone to have my back, when I wasn’t always judged for my flaws, when women weren’t greedy faggots, when men were treated equally, when I was happy.

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