Could it just be to fucking perfect? Sometimes, I wish I was single, just so the level of pathetic I’m at won’t seem as bad. The New Year has come and I’m here, at home, doing nothing. Just sitting here, staring at the TV, fighting the fucking urge to go outside and freeze to death… Happy New Year and a kiss to my daughter. Thinking happily(or what’s left of the good side of my mood) that at least she is next to me.
This man, I say I love, is asleep, next to me. Hey, at least he sprung up 3 secs before the ball dropped […]