another sad story

11 pm, and I'm trying to decide if it's worth it to eat dinner at this point.

I have too many thoughts for my brain. They're overflowing out my ears.

I need a deep breath.
I need a good friend.

Sorry. Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry.

I was driving home in the dark, with the window open and the air whipping a chill through the cab of my car. As the red light turned to green and I made my left-hand turn onto the highway, that song came on the radio: the one that feels like falling, and getting back up again. The song for letting go.

I don't miss him when he's gone. It's when he's back that I'm a fool again.

It's 11:30. I'm hungry. Time for dinner.