The telephone fell to the counter, she heard but she couldn't believe...
I'm tired of living in the past. It's been over two years, I'm sure she's found someone else. Yet in my mind she's still as she was. I know it can't be true, but I want to believe it so much. The thought of anything else hurts so bad I can't face it. I don't know what to do.
I think the fact that I go out and get trashed twice a week, on Thursday and Saturday, isn't a problem. Yet tonight I didn't go out, and all I wanted to do was have some vodka. I'm on my fifth or sixth glass, and I don't skimp on my own drinks. They're at least triples, usually more. I love how, if even only for a couple hours, I don't care. I don't want to feel anymore.
I'm not sure what else to say. I've been sitting here for ten or fifteen minutes trying to figure it out. I still love her. I compare everyone to her, and they all pale in comparison. Even if she never loved me.
I think the fact that I go out and get trashed twice a week, on Thursday and Saturday, isn't a problem. Yet tonight I didn't go out, and all I wanted to do was have some vodka. I'm on my fifth or sixth glass, and I don't skimp on my own drinks. They're at least triples, usually more. I love how, if even only for a couple hours, I don't care. I don't want to feel anymore.
I'm not sure what else to say. I've been sitting here for ten or fifteen minutes trying to figure it out. I still love her. I compare everyone to her, and they all pale in comparison. Even if she never loved me.