Last week, you were my baby. You were undoubtedly my baby. My own.

You are now some dude.

I can stop talking to you in my head.

I am pacing my apartment, even my cat looks half-orphaned.

I miss you horribly. I think about all the good things we’ve had and I instantaneously scream. But I cannot trust you anymore. Broken.

Jesus Christ, why does this have to hurt so fucking much?

Let's stay connected

Be a part of my inner cirlce. 

No spam ever, and if you write to me, you will hear back. 

 

Thanks, talk soon