....

How many times, and how many ways can I say it?

I guess I'm just trying to make things real for myself.

But i'm alone. Not wanted. Not like I need to be, anyway. Everything is on the surface. I have my alcohol, but nothing more. Reaching out for the next distraction. Reaching, and coming up empty handed, Because, in the end...I am alone.

flowersinherhair flowersinherhair
31-35, F
3 Responses Mar 13, 2010

frostbitten - exactly. :( I hope you found the relief you were seeking.

thats so beautfuly put.Distraction,im drinking now,anything to kill the pain im feeling,because theres nobody to talk to

I guess we do, my friend. :)