Dont’ mind me it’s the wine talking

I really wanted to love him. Truly, madly, deeply. I really did.

I wanted to love him with all my being. Clichés, teary-eyed love-making, schmoopies and all. But it just didn’t work out that way. It would be so much easier if it had.

But wanting to love someone isn’t reason enough to stay.

This isn’t an especially enlightening truth, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t painful as hell.

P.S. You know youjve had too much to drink when it takes eleven tissues to wipe all the wine you spilled off the curtain. Oh well. At least the curtain smells nice now.

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Not dead. Just depressed.

That pretty much says it all.Not to worry, I’m self-medicating on wine-and-Xanax-chasers and sleeping a lot and I’m sure I’ll be back to my old self shortly.

I just go through this crap occasionally. And it sucks, so I don’t write about it. Not here.

Check back in on Saturday after I’ve had a bottle of red wine and half a package of oreos.

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