Musings From A Drunk

It's hard to move on and it's hard to let go but we do what we have to, otherwise we'd stop being alive...

The last 3 weeks I haven't been alive. I've been a shadow of myself, a ghost of who I used to be. I spent most of it intoxicated, as the pathetic version of me who pines away like a lovesick schoolgirl, waiting for a happy ending. I can't keep doing that. You really are gone.

Yes I know what yesterday was, or what it would've been, even if you've forgotten. (you never were good with dates. ;-) It's funny to think of how we celebrated. You getting wasted and me...well, actually I did the same thing.

You think you know me, that my behavior as of late has shown my true colors, that maybe I don't care anymore, maybe I never did. But you'd be wrong to make those assumptions, because I did care.

I still do...