My day as turn from shit to someone put a fucking bullet in my head. I lost my Flash Drive that has all of my art on the fucker and i was a dumb ass for not backing up my art onto the computer at the house. So now I have go back and recreate all of my logos for the brewery. But on the plus side my foot fells better and I finally picked the rest of the pieces of my tooth out of my head.
I'm at the point of the broken heart and the love for her is killing me. I seem to hope that every time the phone rings or there is a knock at the door it is her but no. I seem to either cover myself up with work around the house or lay on the couch listening to the music coming out of the speakers while drinking my self to sleep.
To many nights laying on the couch with my eyes glassed over from the smoke fog caused from the pipe laying on the table and Wild Turkey setting next to that as I read Edgar Allen Poe. I do get the call from her every 2 weeks but she says nothing as I just set there saying hello until she hangs up. All I can do is wait for her to come back like she as before.
I'm at the point of the broken heart and the love for her is killing me. I seem to hope that every time the phone rings or there is a knock at the door it is her but no. I seem to either cover myself up with work around the house or lay on the couch listening to the music coming out of the speakers while drinking my self to sleep.
To many nights laying on the couch with my eyes glassed over from the smoke fog caused from the pipe laying on the table and Wild Turkey setting next to that as I read Edgar Allen Poe. I do get the call from her every 2 weeks but she says nothing as I just set there saying hello until she hangs up. All I can do is wait for her to come back like she as before.