God, I'm a mess. I can't sleep. I can't think. I can't help but miss him and hope he's okay. And wonder if it was just the alcohol talking-I don't want to leave him. I love him. Shit. I wasn't supposed to. But I do.
What's to become of me?
Laters
(Yeah, I know, whine whine whine. It's my way.)
Laters - for real this time