whiskey days came up in conversation tonight, sometimes I miss you and I know it's wrong.
she told me it's ok, we were together forever, that whole chunk of life such a blur of bars and brawls on ave a. it would be so easy though, just to slip back into that life. i know you'd let me, and i know i'd hate myself for it.
the last time my heart was broken, i drank bushmills and had sartre tattooed on me. will i ever feel like that again? or will there never be someone or something worth it again? but you weren't worth it, and neither was the one before you, or the one before you...
lately i don't want to leave the house, I've realized I'm always just bored and broke by the time i get home again.
she told me it's ok, we were together forever, that whole chunk of life such a blur of bars and brawls on ave a. it would be so easy though, just to slip back into that life. i know you'd let me, and i know i'd hate myself for it.
the last time my heart was broken, i drank bushmills and had sartre tattooed on me. will i ever feel like that again? or will there never be someone or something worth it again? but you weren't worth it, and neither was the one before you, or the one before you...
lately i don't want to leave the house, I've realized I'm always just bored and broke by the time i get home again.
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dane_valek:
I agree with the lonely thing. I like to face my thoughts, and sort them out as they bombard my mind, and heart. Solitude is the master of Zen.
quenten:
I'm sorry you're sad.