“It’s better to grab the point of sleep before sleep eludes the night and thoughts grab you in it’s tight vice – We never recovered. Or rather, I have yet to. I think he did. Who knows? I don’t think anyone ever gets over anything in life. They merely get used to it. This phase when you either sink or swim. You’re crushed somewhere between crippling grief and blind hope. And it’s all just a weird kinda numbness that you cling onto in hopes that somehow, someday? It’ll all be okay. Demolition seemed to be my forte. I’m so used to being miserable that any deviation unsettles me and you know what? I’m done. I can’t do this anymore. What is this you say? Well, this charlie foxtrot of epic proportions that we used to call our relationship. I can never get answers from you. Ever! And like a classic, frustrating oracle, you’re unlikely to ever give me extrapolation or edification. And I’m fine with that. Really. We’re all different people, and I shouldn’t be expecting. I know that now.
