I'm nostalgic, somber,
dull, broken, dreary, bleak.
I have not gotten to see you in a weak.
you're the only person that gets me the way my
shrink does and you are b o t h leaving me
here to drown in my own sorrows....
life is sad that way.
people clung to overs and rely on
them for h a p p i n e s s
...but what happens when they leave?
I'll be on my own once more.
but you guys will have your own shred of
happiness to go back to.
I'm stuck here in shitty California.
TUESDAY - MARCH 1st, 2016
