"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." — Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
Every Sunday afternoon/evening I have to bring my son home to his mothers... and every Sunday I come back home, walk in... and cry like a little boy. I miss my son so much when he goes... and the void of loneliness overtakes me every week. Because he is the only person that loves me. And nobody else wants me or wants me around. I miss my little man and I detest feeling so sad and down till Friday when I get to see him again.
Sitting in the shower the water comes down soft and warm... embracing even..
The cold air outside my shower door seems a million miles away.
My bones ache...
Good morning
I have missed you all. Needed the break from myself but now am back to harrang the shit outta me!
Broken hearted broken spirit
You lose all sense of decency.
Once you fuck. Once you have been there.
You become animals.
Even after the sweating and heaving and nastiness and slime...
Now you lose the rational thought that kept you sane...
You fucking goddamn idiot... falling in love never saved you.
But you gladly lock it up like a teenage girls diary.
Fuck you kid.
Fuck you.
Much love
Captain PirateFace
Why can't she love me enough to just be with me?
I don't know Captain. I just don't know.
