Looks like another cold night here in STL.
I have become the man my ex wanted me to be; work, sleep, wash, repeat.
Fucking sad eh?
It won't last forever and I shouldn't beat myself up over it.
So much for 'being lucky for being single'.
There is nothing lucky about going home to nothingness, but it beats going home to things that don't care about you, that is for sure.
'Sitting on a park bench...'
