October 18, 2016
Day 792. I was drunk last night. Imagine if I had your contact number and you let me phone you every now and again, imagine the things I would be yelling at you. Kidding. I'm not a yeller, you know that. I'd probably just cry and you'd leave the phone on the desk, go about your day. How did we get here? It's too late in the day to be asking that and to expect an answer, yeah? See, it's getting to a point where I feel like I'd wake up one day and this would all be gone, forgotten.