I hate that I still think about you, I hate that I still have hundreds if not thousands of memories that I cant just erase. I hate that I was never who you needed me to. I hate that we never actually got a chance.
And most of all, I hate that we will never even speak again…
I hope where ever you are, you know I dont hate you.
Alcohol no longer burns. The once intense taste of whiskey used to make me shudder. But now it smells like solace, like escape. It reminds me of a time where i could close the door and everything on the otherside no longer meant anything.
I know god damn well you’ll read this. This isnt your fault neither do you have worry.
Whiskey used to let me walk away from my name. Now? It only seems to amplify whatever it is that plauges me at the time. *Yes, this time Its you, no, it doesnt mean it always is. *
I used to be able to use corner store liquor to hide…but…it seems the force has other plans.
Buckle your fucking seatbelts, shits about to get bumpy
