Have you ever just lied down in bed? Feeling really sad. And it’s that point where you have stopped crying, but only because there are no tears left. You just lay there, miserable. And all you know is that there’s this misery filling up inside you.
I wish I had the guts to actually send this text.
I took seven shots of whiskey just to to get you off my mind, but all it did was make me throw up and you’re still all I can fucking think about.