A drifter made his way home

I’m single and basically broken right now.

I had two days off of work but it was spent staying both high and drunk. I haven’t eaten in almost 36 hours, just not hungry.  Facebook is being a giant douche to me with the (”you need a break from her?”) shit. Like no kidding, that’s why I did that the very first day.

Meanwhile my godfather just passed and I get to be a pallbearer again. The main issue with that is I really specifically told my parents that if they were called and I was offered, to deny it. That didn’t happen. I’m just going to distract everybody with something mediocre about me. Just like last time.

I’m wearing the same clothes I was when I got home from work Saturday. I finally got my paycheck. It would be nice to get through one day where I’m not working, praying to the porcelain god or both.

Way too much on my mind. I didn’t do anything wrong, yet I keep analyzing us because I think I did. I told her she can call me when she gets her head out of her ass and is willing to work things out. Still waiting.

The actions I’ve been taking and the ways I’ve been feeling though… if she does figure her shit out, it may be too late for me. I might not be here.