decided to log onto my skype for the first time in a couple years, and just found myself staring at my late brother’s contact information.
I can never get him back, and that hurts like nothing else. but I’m glad it hurts. I don’t get reminded that I’m a human with emotions very often.
lies, no trust, just wants to fuck, hes a tightass, cant buy you a pinche funnel cake, takes you out on his time, makes you feel low about yourself
I’m pretty sure my ex has described me as all of those things. and i specifically remember refusing to buy her a funnel cake once.
sometimes when it hurts bad enough it feels like this - panda bear
and now, I’m going to go upstairs and see what other kind of alch-oh-lawls we has,
1 jaeger bomb, 3 tall fireball and
dr pepper pibb xtra’s, 1 schlafly hefeweizen, and 1 shot of fighting cock.
and absolutely nothing. seriously.
cigarettes, alcohol, weed.
no matter what I do, it does nothing anymore. I feel absolutely nothing.
jesus christ, I’ve been drinking a lot. I wonder if I’m depressed or something.
I finally feel that I have achieved beard status, because our cleaning lady(who cried when I cut my 14 inch hair) rustled my chin and giggled. she loves me.
I’ve been drinking a lot lately.