Being single to me is the same as being alone. Being with the same person for such a long time does make me ask what if but not to the point where I would want to risk losing what I have. I feel like it’s my fault but no need to keep stressing about things I can’t control or change.
Days of liquor and depression, and I know things aren’t getting any better. It’s like it’s all I can do right now to stop me from doing something wrong or something I’m going to eventually regret. Right now I’m full of regrets so why burden myself with anymore? Whiskey is starting to taste more and more like juice. I hear people talking but I can’t make out what they’re saying. The bar is unusually busy for a Wednesday I’ve been here all week and the bartender knows me by name. The hours have flown by and I don’t know how much money I have left and if I could call in work any more days. There she goes, walks in the front door and even how busy the bar is all I see is her. She’s with him and I just want to