i wish someone was here with me to tell me not to drink by myself. that it’s not a good idea, and they’ll take me out wandering instead. i wish someone was here to just whisper in m y ear every so often. or here to hold my hand through all of this bullshit and through all of their bullshit.
instead i wind up drunk alone on the first day in quite some time and carrying a dead goose all the way home and it’s now in my bedroonm.
yes. i am serious.
I know it doesn’t help you at all, but you’re not alone with that tonight. I’m right there with you, sadly.