So the wife is out of town for a week or so.
I *should* be happy to have some time to myself and take advantage of it. I could be throwing a party at my place, getting drunk every night, meeting new people, and basically running amok.
But instead I am saddened and don't want to do much at all.
I feel like that damn pie shape thing that Shel Silverstein used to write about. She is my missing piece... whatever life threw at us, we just rolled along happily together. But now she's gone and I have this fucking hole inside of me that needs to be filled.
...
Ah, how fucking cute... I have a softer side after all. Enough whining. Time to go get drunk and waste away the weekend feeling sorry for myself. If anyone cares to join me, I'll be the unconscious guy under the barstool. Please don't take my wallet.
I *should* be happy to have some time to myself and take advantage of it. I could be throwing a party at my place, getting drunk every night, meeting new people, and basically running amok.
But instead I am saddened and don't want to do much at all.
I feel like that damn pie shape thing that Shel Silverstein used to write about. She is my missing piece... whatever life threw at us, we just rolled along happily together. But now she's gone and I have this fucking hole inside of me that needs to be filled.
...
Ah, how fucking cute... I have a softer side after all. Enough whining. Time to go get drunk and waste away the weekend feeling sorry for myself. If anyone cares to join me, I'll be the unconscious guy under the barstool. Please don't take my wallet.
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just kick back, meditate, and get ur bearings... something tells me you might need to re-assess the workings of the human heart, as it isnt as complicated as it all may seem.
Hang in there, same mind remember?
-K