Oh my my
I woke up this morning wearing my girlfriend's best friend's pants, next to a pile of her clothes littered across the floor and the phone, shoes and possibly some other things belonging to HER best friend's sister. Both computers are in here...the living room. The place where I sleep. My only saving grace is that I woke up next to my girlfriend. I don't do blackouts this bad since I haven't been a teenager. And it's ten and I'm awake.
I don't do writing this bad since I'm a teenager.
While I'm writing she reaches to me and says, "I love you." I can't have fucked up that bad.
Except that I do miss this. I miss being alone and I miss having a computer.
I need this.
So I folded up the pants that were not mine and yeah I'm still wearing the shirt but only because I stole it earlier while sober and she can pry it out of my cold dead hands and God I'm boring but I don't care.
I need to say something even if it's nothing because I'm about to be stuck again with no way to say it.
And the floodgates will come crashing down soon. I can feel it.
I don't do writing this bad since I'm a teenager.
While I'm writing she reaches to me and says, "I love you." I can't have fucked up that bad.
Except that I do miss this. I miss being alone and I miss having a computer.
I need this.
So I folded up the pants that were not mine and yeah I'm still wearing the shirt but only because I stole it earlier while sober and she can pry it out of my cold dead hands and God I'm boring but I don't care.
I need to say something even if it's nothing because I'm about to be stuck again with no way to say it.
And the floodgates will come crashing down soon. I can feel it.