The convulsing and the sweating seems to have subsided. Now it is just lots of REM sleep and feelings of emptiness.
But I am serious. This is the year I steal my life back from the daemons.
Why do I keep getting calls from my ex? She is the successful one....getting married to some other shmuck and I still get to suffer the consequences of the stupidest and most selfless decision I have ever made in my life...giving my last name to her...
Perhaps she misses how fucking awesome I am. You wait a couple months and you gone see, you will never find nobody better than me.
In the night I hear em talk the coldest story ever told somewhere far along the road belongs the soul...
to a woman so heartless.
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