I refused to be a part of it, but now without no role I’m not sure how to act.
"Inheritance is accidental."
Longest it’s ever been.
Fucked it up though, back to day 1.
I miss you.
Just because I can’t have you,
doesn’t mean I can’t dream about you.
Because I do.
I miss how we used to be;
you would calm me down so well.
You could make any situation better,
and you were so fun to have around while drinking.
I’ve replaced you with a number of things.
Are they better than you?
Who knows, only time can tell.
But they are, healthier than we were.
I let things get too far,
and now this is the end.
Or is it?
Can I resist you much longer?
One more day makes a week.
Again, only time can tell.
Hahaha I thought that was way funnier to post than another grumpy one.
I had to stop before it became this long love poem about cigarettes though, cuz that’s creepy.
Just like talking to yourself on an online blog…
Eating makes me happy.