…I’m all alone and I need you now.
— me to vodka
It was really 1:15 am when I started writing this. I did feel the need for vodka. I need it.
To silence these thoughts. These treacherous thoughts.
I do not want to play games.
Some things are just a matter of yes or no. Yes or no? The truth is: I don’t know… I just don’t know how I (should) feel. But I’m certain I don’t want these foolish, little, guessing games.
I want clarity. I want simplicity. I want honesty. I want you.
And I want vodka.
Especially if I can’t have you.