I’m drunk

I love you.

You know that.

I know that.

Or maybe I love the memory of you.

You know that.

I know that.

I’m drunk.

I wish I could just tell you.

Ah!

Goddammit!

Ahhhhhh!

I love you.

I’m so drunk.

I’m So so so so so drunk.

I wish I was drunk with you.

I wish I was sharing memes with you.

I wish I was talking to you.

I wish I was holding you.

I wish I was fucking you.

I wish I was having sex with you.

I wish I was making love to you.

I wish I was staring my life with you.

I wish I was having a future with you.

Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

Maybe I should become fluent in Norwegian for closure.

But the I’d have to become fluent in Swedish.

And maybe Danish.

I hate this.

I hate this feeling in my stomach.

I hate my thoughts.

I hate my heart.

I hate this.

But I can’t die.

I have to believe there’s something beautiful. Promising beyond this.

I have to live for my family.

I have to live for myself.

I have to live!

I HAVE TO LIVE!!!

It’s hard to live…