This is the most alone I have ever felt in my entire life.
I like being alone. I enjoy my company. But this is on a whole different level.
I have to make allowances for the crazy shit that comes out of his mouth.
I don't even go into the living room in the evenings to watch tv with him. I just go to my room and watch what I want to watch on my tv. Then I go to sleep.
In the morning I will be woken up by his normal You Tube serenade, around 4:00 am.
Smooth Operator... Black Jack, do it again...Call me...there's one more, but I can't recall it right this minute. Edit: Ricky don't lose my number, and Charlemange
I am at the bottom, striving to rise to the top. Once I get out of this toxic cess pool we call a home, I'll be fine.
Play Nice! xxoo
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