the next she is gone

I’m drunk right now but don’t get the wrong idea.

The girlfriend and I had a day together. We talked about things that had been, you know, a nuesence or whatever. we talked, and I talked.

we played scrabble. and I was winning. and then jane called. and she left. and I didn’t cause it was already late and we were already drunk and we have no money to spend. but she did.

and its like

one minute she is there with me.

and then the next she is not

and I am alone

even though

I was trying so hard lately to make her make me feel

not alone.

and I wanted to have sex.

’cause tomorrow I will start my peiod.

I should leave.

thats what it needs.