When I miss you darling I drown in that bottle of vodka and gulp it down like water I send you drunken texts and misshapen words that you wake to in the morning knowing that you’ll never receive this honesty from my sober heart.
I feel like I’m drowning. This suffocation knows no bounds. The sickness in my stomach never goes away and I lay awake at night worrying about the future. My future. Where do I go from here? What do I do next? What is the grand plan? I don’t know. That’s what scares me. I have … More Questions