I just need damn good sex and loads of cuddles
I’d rather wake up momentarily unaware of who I am with a pounding headache and a sore throat from alcohol and cigarettes than roll over and be reminded that you’re not here.
I need to stop thinking about you.
Keeping your head up is easier said than done when you have so much shit playing in your mind that weighs it down. It’ll be okay in time I supposeeee