I am an angry two year old and I'm sorry. Everything is not mine. Obviously. I get to see Coach tonight and we're going for a drive in the mountains after dinner. I will forget everything and act like a grown up and be with someone I can have guilt-free. He called me at fucking 6:30 this morning and I actually got up and answered it.
And you, you didn't make a mistake. You made the right choice. I'm just pouting. You were mine once but you aren't anymore and I know it. ;)
I really shouldn't rant when I'm drinking. But that's me. Impulsive, reckless - I should get that tattooed somewhere on my body. Oh wait, I don't need to. It's already there.
Coffee is delicious.
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