melodrama for your mama

Friday, December 2, 2011 | post a comment {0}

I thought I was okay until I was getting ready for bed and realized I was getting that burning sensation in my throat and eyes. The thought of being alone in my bed is tearing me apart. Sleeping at night is no longer a good thing because the minutes to hours before falling asleep is just torture. All I can do is lie there and think about you, us, and how things can be amazing on a Tuesday and transform into hell by a Thursday. I don't even know if I can do this. This is so goddamned awful.

If I had just kept my stupid-ass mouth shut I would be in your arms right now, taking a nap before getting food at one in the morning.

Fuck me and my stupid decisions. I can't do this at all.