Just some of the notes that probably shouldn't be out but I am drunk and sad and depressed and cold. So there goes nothing.
I was all set to leave in my black skinny ripped jeans and sage green hoodie, to get high and forget all of my haunting memories from the past. Memories of bitter cries and words that can't be taken back. Arlo will be right down to stop me from going to the bar but, what does he know about my pain and toxic thoughts...