Let's Do That Thing Now...
The one where we lie to one another and say it will be better soon.
So, here we are. Me, just talking because it’s the only act of motion reminding me that I’m alive right now.
My hair is frizzy. My face is shiny.
I’m a fucking train wreck.
I would give my left nipple to have one more day.
However, that isn’t even a feasible notion, and I have to begin the forward trudge. I have to pretend like my breastplate wasn’t cracked open and the contents spilled onto the tile in his kitchen.
I have to get my mind wrapped around the fact that we will never speak again.
I’m sorry, give me like 2 minutes, I’m losing it right now.
I want to care about me right now. I want to make something amazing happen by sunup.
I’m weak. I’m sad. I’m pathetically lost in the pain and it is getting worse, not better.
I miss him so much. God, I miss him so much.
Someone better change this fucking subject. What in the fuck do I tell y’all all of my drama for if you can’t interject with your own?
Save me.
Please.
All I've got is love for you, sis. No drama here, just alone and waiting for the inevitable emotional meltdown that I know is looming. I can't wait for the holiday season to just be done.
If you need to talk give a call.