i haven't been able to find something to wash out the bitter taste you've left in my mouth.
except maybe *****, but that only works for the night, and it's unreliable.
drinking because i'm sad usually just leaves me sad and drunk,
and that's not a good place to be either.
but the ability to forget what you've done to me is worth the risk, so i'll drink alone. i'll drink with friends. whatever i can get my hands on, really. and maybe i'll think about you, and maybe i won't. but it doesn't matter, because maybe i'll fall asleep.
and maybe i won't have bad dreams.
i know you think i'm pathetic, the only time i've shown you emotion i saw the way you looked at me.
i didn't deserve it, considering the state you're in these days.
but i don't mind you nearly as much as i once did
so i suppose that's a sign of improvement
but when i'm already upset it's easier to become more so
than it is to get over it