I hate having to break the routines that you get in when you breakup with someone. I left work today and started to dial your number. Didn't even realize I was calling you, it was completely second nature. I hungup right before it started dialing. Then I realized I have no one to talk about little stupid shit with, or about how my day was. Pathetic.


  1. Damn dude, I figured this was why you needed that hug earlier, but out of respect to your fresh wound I didn't want to say anything.

    I know I'm probably not the best at relationships, or break ups for that matter, but crying and journal entries always helps me out. Just give it some time bro. Lots and lots of time.

    (fuck a no homo, this is real life we're talkin about)