It is hard for me to imagine our last straw would be some bull shit, over dramatic arguement where you put words in my mouth and I stay calm for once and tell you you’re making a mistake. Its hard for me to believe the culmination of our relationship being your driving off with a finger in the air because I dared to ask if you could hear yourself and then had the audacity to ask you if you were leaving Otis behind on purpose.
Hope the next dozen whiskeys are worth their weight in gold for you…
I’ll be here alone, trying to make my brain wrap around the fact that imagine/believe it or not… it just happened.
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