Got a little bit drunk
Tried to get Isaac to come over.
Two nights in a row now.
He won’t come.
Last night he said never.
Tonight he said not tonight.
I wonder if he’ll come tomorrow.
Like any answer would make a difference. The hope is dead, but the longing lives.
I think the longing died sometime within the last 24 hours.
Without weed I don’t know where I’d be.