I got home last night and immediately grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels that I stole from work out of my freezer.
I drank it until I started to feel drunk, and then I retreated to my bed with a book. I read about four words before
my mind started to wander. I thought about some of the good times P.O. and I had, and then I started bawling
and then passed out.
I woke up at around 2:00am and could not fall back to sleep. I just kept thinking about P.O. and trying to figure out how I could have let things get so bad and wished that I could go back in time to when we were happy. It sucks knowing that most of the reasons we broke up were because of me. And it started me wondering if anyone is ever going to love me again. Oh man, this sucks.
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