I am so good at being wanted at night.  Not so much the morning after.

Hanging on to things that aren't there. People who don't want to stay. There is no love here. I'd like to go now.

Let me go please.
Everyone.
Me.
Let me go.

My blood is on his sheets.
I thought of you the entire time.

She said, it's about how you feel after. And after,  I feel cold,  and empty,  and alone. But before i also feel cold and empty and alone. It's only when you're here that the world doesn't feel so bad.

I'll say aren't you proud of me,  I haven't reached out in a week. Or more. She'll say,  has he? And there will be pity in that question because we both know what the answer will be. Going for 6 days. Clearing my system a little at a time. Today is day 3, i'm practically half way there. I just have to make it through the day. Tomorrow i'll have work all day and saturday I'll have work all day and then going to see Josh. And sunday i'll sleep in until I have to be at work so i'll be fine. It's practically monday already. And monday will be day 7.

I wished you cared. And you don't. I just have to keep reminding myself of that.