he had been distant.
then a few nights later.
(fri)drunk and coked out.
he confessed 'we moved too fast'
'duh. you were the one that would show up every fucking night. i never expected you too.'
'Im not happy'
he is an over dramatic writer. which like all writers, they get caught in this wave. they make it worse then it should be.

(sat)he left that morning for work, and for the first time in 4 months he didnt come home.
he went to is sisters.
i didnt try to reach him.


(sun) he comes to gather some things.
he needs time to think or something.

(mon) i get a text at 3 am. of coarse he knows i up.
he is fucked up and wants to see me.
he drives his drunken coked out state here to my house.

he holds me and say he doesnt want this.
that as torn as he is he is still drawn to me.
he doesnt want to sleep w out me.

he left this morning. i dont know what is happening or going on.
im now just waiting.








fuck off ugh. dont fuck w my heart.