Make Me Wanna Die | leafyishere

"Don't Tell Me You're Going To Drink Away Your Feelings..."

I sat in my bed all day, waiting for a text from Cal.

A text that said that everything was okay.

That we were okay.

But the only thing I got, was him telling me that he landed.

I replied with a "okay baby. I'm glad you landed safely"

But I guess that didn't deserve a response, because I didn't get one.

I nibbled on the pasta Laila bought me, but I didn't feel like eating.

Every bite made me feel sick. I could barely get the food through the lump that was forming in my throat.

I finally gave up and brought my plate into the kitchen.

"Did you like- East you barely ate anything!" Laila said, walking into the kitchen.

"I'm not hungry. I just want to sleep" I replied, getting a beer.

"Don't tell me you're going to drink away your feelings."

"I'm not! Can't a girl just drink a damn beer?!?" I walked past her, locking myself in my room again.

I put on my headphones, blasting music. Turn on music, turn off the world, right?

I opened the beer, taking a swing.

It felt good, but I feel like I'm going to need something stronger.

Rum straight out of the bottle? I think yes.