11:44 pm
You cry, thinking you’re ‘useless’. Oh baby, if you could only see the potential you have.
No one has ever made me feel this way before  it’s been three hours and sixteen minutes since you left my house.  And every second it gets harder not to be by your side. I have never loved someone this much.  Never thought I’d make it so far, so committed in a relationship. But here I am… not being able to get you out of my mind.
I loved cuddling with you, spooning.  You look so unbelievable beautiful sleeping.
I still can’t believe what’s happening.  It’s just too good to be true.
Having the love of my life (you), telling me that every time he looks at me he can’t help himself but to think I’m the most gorgeous person in this world.
I could kiss you day and night, 24/7. I could hug you all day long. I love you so much. Trust me you’ve got so much potential. I just, I love you.
Never let me go, never leave.  I love you too much to not have you by my side.
-11:53pm

I'm smoking the night away.
With your picture right in front of me.
All I can do is smoke, one, two, even four cigarettes.
I smoke thinking of how much I want you by my side, and how much I can't.
It breaks my heart, so I fill the broken parts with smoke.

I smoke the night away, because there is nothing else to so.
My friends are asleep, I'm not even sure they are my friends. They might as well be dead and no one would tell me.
My family will not talk to me as they used to, they've been driven away by my sadness.
Lately, my dog has been the only one around me. He gives me the kisses you won't, because we're too far away.

I smoke the night away. Because, what else am I supposed to do?
The night is full of terrors, the night is full of regrets. Tears fall down my face, imaginary tears though. I can't afford to cry.
So I smoke the night away, for no reason whatsoever, I guess. Smoking cigarettes is the best I can do, to not feel a thing. So, I smoke the night away.