Struggle

Tonight I’m feeling melancholy. I wish I had someone to talk to, but my friends are all in bed and here I am doing edits at almost midnight. The book…jeez, I hate it sometimes. Other times I love it. Mostly I’m sick of it. Tomorrow I will work on something else. Today I did edits and then watched season one of Breaking Bad. Now I’m doing edits again and sipping Irish whiskey.

I want to tell all the people who abandoned me to get stuffed.

I want to ask what wasn’t good enough about me to make them stay.

And a big part of me figures they can get stuffed.

Back to work.

I’d kill for a good slice of pizza right now.