Whiskey and a show. Untitled Document

I don’t like sleeping alone, without you next to me.

If I reply with “oh.” and nothing else, I either don’t give a fuck or I feel like i’ve been punched in the throat

I miss you so damn much. Though I know we will never get back to the way things were. Just wish you had not left me in the first place, we could have made it work…

" Baby move in closer, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried. "

So, my car has a tape slot. Cause CD’s are to modern for me.

So, it’s been almost a month and only tonight do I start to miss you. Hell it hit me light a freight train, here was me thinking I’d be fine.

Pizza.