Fail, fail, fail, fail, succeed

Not Interested

I guess this is what grief does. You just don’t give a shit. Your patience got up and left. Nothing makes you happy and it’s hard to concentrate.

And your ten mile fuse? It’s now about a centimeter long, ready to blow at the slightest provocation. I’m pissed off and angry most of the time. Everything is overwhelming, when in reality, it’s nothing.

I guess this is where the old axiom started: Life sucks and then you die. I know this will pass, but it’s making things a bit rough at the moment.

I just miss him so much.