Then there was one

I don't want to post... I don't want to eat... I don't want to hurt anymore... I don't want to feel like I am six inches tall... I don't want to feel this empty feeling in the pit of my stomach... and i don't want to cry anymore...

I went to Tennessee... I had a great time... I came back.. and I fucked everything up... and now I am alone... as I was months ago... alone... as I will probably be until I am as old as my parents... alone...

Back to the days of being 27 year old son of bitch with a drinking problem... Great.

I wish there was more to say but I do not have the strength to write much more...