I'm Not Okay (I Promise)
.12.
I don't hate myself.
Hate, abhorrence, disgust-none of it is strong enough.
I hurt Frank.
I love him, and I hurt him.
And you want to know the most ironic part?
I was completely wasted, and she just jumped on me from nowhere, and I fucking puked in her mouth.
Over that one stupid misunderstanding, I lost Frank.
For the 24 hours, I've been sitting on my bed, shaking with rage. Aunt Kathryn somehow knows better than to interfere, and after I explained to Mikey, he went over to see him.
Finally, a single thought permeates the fog of rage hanging over me.
Get him back.
But do I deserve him?
You need him.
I nod to the voice in my head, and start writing.
Hate, abhorrence, disgust-none of it is strong enough.
I hurt Frank.
I love him, and I hurt him.
And you want to know the most ironic part?
I was completely wasted, and she just jumped on me from nowhere, and I fucking puked in her mouth.
Over that one stupid misunderstanding, I lost Frank.
For the 24 hours, I've been sitting on my bed, shaking with rage. Aunt Kathryn somehow knows better than to interfere, and after I explained to Mikey, he went over to see him.
Finally, a single thought permeates the fog of rage hanging over me.
Get him back.
But do I deserve him?
You need him.
I nod to the voice in my head, and start writing.