How To Get Drunk Alone
Soak in your own denial about what you’re doing. Justify it rather than just shrugging it off. You had a hard week, you just don’t feel like going out, you’ve earned this.
Soak in your own denial about what you’re doing. Justify it rather than just shrugging it off. You had a hard week, you just don’t feel like going out, you’ve earned this.
When you give away your clothes sometimes it can just be that, but most of the time it’s giving away a part of yourself. You’re saying: “Here is this nostalgia. And I don’t want it anymore.”
Your friend not only gets the snail mail, and the shout out on Instagram, but you send them a present and a text and you celebrate with them as much as you can even if that celebration doesn’t include a plane ticket.
I broke your heart into a million little pieces so I have to keep breaking my own until we’re even.
I haven’t heard his voice in too long but even thinking about his smile makes me want to throw up. His name came up when co-workers and I were brainstorming ideas for a project and I pictured having to face him and I just froze. I couldn’t breathe.
There is a difference between going onto Twitter and making fun of yourself for burning the roof of your mouth your pizza bites (been there) and constantly using it as a way to poke at things you just don’t happen to be into.
People tell you you’re running away from your problems, and maybe you are.
I never loved you. But now the sun is going to come up and I’m thinking about you and missing your smile again.
My issue with anonymity is people get to avoid that. It’s the online equivalent of cheating the system. You can go onto a website or a blog and say nasty, cruel and disgusting things and then click out of your browser and it has little to no effect on your life.
Each day that goes by where I don’t text you is like a little victory.