how can i convince you its me i don't like

tread softly

2012-05-23 - 6:57 p.m.

The weekend is approaching.
Another weekend without the kids. Left alone in a quiet house with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company.

I anticipate it with a heavy heart and a nervous stomach.

I've already decided on drinking in the afternoon, sun streaming through the blinds. Drinking until the the shadows appear. Smoking cigarrettes on the porch. Blasting music he always hated. Falling apart piece by piece.

I never feel more myself than when I'm unraveling.

regrets - hopes

the past

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