Broken Record

But the weight of being alone still bears down on me even when I try and escape and I sit on the back porch in the cold with a cigarette hanging on my lips. Both my hands Barried in my pockets my mastery of hands free smoking shows as I sit and inhale deeply and exhale for 10 cold agonizing minutes then retreat to my room.

She told me to fuck off and flicked her cigarette at me. It was ok though she still gave me her number

The shot gun cradled against his chest and the muzzle pressed against his chin as tears streak town his face burning as the glided down his cheeks onto his bed as he quitely sobbed, you know your right by nirvana playing loudly on an old Boom box. Moments away from pulling the trigger his dog walks into his room and right up to his bed, unaware of the demons that where tearing her masters soul to bits. He looks at his dog, deep in her eyes and sees the unending love his dog has for him. He unloads the shot gun and slides it back under his bed and patts the bed to tell his dog to jump up with him and as he wrapped his arms around he knew that everything will be ok.

Haha