Hey reader. Woke up at 5 am and had to doomscroll to pass out again. Head still hurts. Slowly trying to make my life better.
Some of Drakes neighborhood cats don't realize he's gone. I don't know how to speak kitty else I would tell them. It hurts watching them watch his truck and the house. I want to tell them that he would be here if he could.
Fuck. Why can't I break down when I feel this bad? Something is like holding me back. I don't know what. I can't cry. I feel so awful inside but it's like my body says no, not today.
I'm glad for it but I also don't like it.
Either way.
Somehow, I persist.
S
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