The thing is

Putting it out there. God damn it, I miss you so much it's disgusting. It's disgusting that I miss you. But I do and it hurts. And I am a creeper. So shoot me.
Thankfully I find some comfort in reading other bloggers post's about this subject, so that I don't feel alone in this. This is natural. The drinking is not but whatever. Waaah. I have no control in whatsoever things that are going on. Some days I'm just filled with hate and some I'm just crying.
Why mother, did I have to grow up to be such an emotional crybaby?

Hasta luego,
Louise