Drinking game: take a shot every time I write 'car' or 'keys'. If you're below 21 then please don't drink. Alcohol is bad, kids.

Josh parked their car.

Without saying a word he exited and went inside, leaving the keys.

I grabbed the keys and drunkenly exited the car.

Once I locked it I laid down on the grass with the keys close to me.

With my back on the ground and the car keys near me I looked up at the stars.

There's so many stars that we can't see.

My brain came up with a thought that thousands before me have had: that's just like problems, you can see a lot of problems on people but there's still so many that you can't see.

I sighed and ran a hand through my fading red hair.

Why can't I just get over this normally?

He kicked me out and I act cocky and fine, why can't I just grieve or be sad?

I don't know how long I stayed there for but when I finally got up I noticed that it had definitely been more than an hour.

When I got into the house I felt like Josh wouldn't want me here.

Instead of brushing that off I put the keys down and left.

Of course a screw up like me doesn't have a car so I just walked around for a few hours.

By the time I felt tired I still didn't feel like they would want me there.

Around six in the morning I found myself in front of my old house.

I wasn't welcome there either.

Where was I welcome?

I could always go to a park, school, or store.

Once again I sighed.

Maybe Josh wanted me there?

Suddenly it started raining.

In that moment I wished for a car.