Uh... I have nothing to do
no one to screw
and I'm fresh out of ambition.
I'd drink myself into a coma, but I can't afford to.
I need work... real work.
I need friends. Real friends.
I need life. Real life.
I need love. ... meh, not so much.
I need
a drink.
I don't wanna be... but for some reason in my idle hours, I sure am thinking a lot about my ex.
And not JUST the betrayal, injuries, cheating, lying, and money bleeding.
*sigh*
What the fuck do I do now?
This whole time I've been so detached, so divorced because of the HUGE scab of life that crusted over it. But now that's deteriorating... I dunno where my thoughts and feelings are, but they're not mine.
Not... well... they are mine, but I don't want them.
I want to be free.
