It had been a very long day. "Loneliness" doesn't begin to smother the pain growing in my stomach. Labels never do much. I can act proud and say that he loved me, but I'll never know. It's my fault. I'm staring at the bottles cracked on the floor and all I know is the weight of the blame. That's all I'll ever be sure of. Right now I'm not sure of my name but I can taste the blame. It's spilling off my arms and onto the floor but I deserve it. Oh god, do I deserve it.
