A Drink & A Distraction

The last couple of days I’ve been sad, sick and mind fucking myself. 

I wrote myself a note…

Why are you hurting yourself? You can stop, you can stop whenever you want, did you forget all you know?

It goes back to that simple question…Did you forget?

I dragged my weak and sad ass to the bar.

I agreed to meet with the man of persistence; the one who calls everyday, wants to see me all the time, makes me laugh and the best thing about him… he is available. Fuck that is great.

After a great night with him, I haven’t answered his calls or his text, why you may ask?  

1. I don’t care,

2. I don’t want him.

In the process of chasing what I thought may keep me happy, I did some damage to myself...
Im done hurting, Im done.

Adios...