sweet sugar
It’s not that deep, Eva,” he sighs. “I just don’t know how to talk about shitty days. I get home, and I kind of want to forget about them, you know? Talking about them just prolongs them for me, and it’s nice here. It’s nice with you, it’s nice to be able to focus on what happens to you instead of turning everything that happened to me over and over in my head until I pick it apart so much I realize everything what actually went wrong, and every single thing I could have done to avoid it.”