What have I done. You seems move on easy.
I guess I need you baby.
I am drunk.
I miss you. And for sure I still fucking love you.
I am lying in bed crying why you never send pumpkin soup like you did to them.
I am hopeless.
I am stuffing my mouth.
That hole inside of me is too deep
As much as the jealousy. The piece of my heart that written with your name start to vanish.
This loneliness is unspeakable.