This downtown apartment sure makes me miss home, and those bills there on the counter..

keep telling me I’m on my own. and just like every Sunday, I called Momma up last night.. and even when it’s not, I tell her everything’s alright..

what’s that, a smile? only because i’ve been hanging out with my buds all day. and these 18oz’ers are just my size. killing time before i have to make my way downtown and help a couple hundred pathetic assholes increase their chances of sleeping with the 21-year-old birthday girl and her slutty friends. it’ll be a good night if no one pukes on the bar. *fingers crossed* ..it’ll be a better night if the dj plays ‘jane fonda.’ something about mickey avalon just puts me in a good mood. 

besides binge-drinking like a frat boy after finals week, i think i’m handling this quarter-life crisis like any mildly insane individual would. 

(Source: margoroth)

note to self:

being drunk and ‘on the rebound’ are two things that should just not go together. add downtown denver and an empty stomach to the mix, and shit gets crazy. ….also, i’ve been wasted for a week straight. that can’t be good. granted, it was my *birthday week* .. but still. i need to sober the fuck up and get my shit together. i can’t figure out if i’m seriously depressed, or if it’s all the jager and whiskey bringing me down. either way, this breakup sucks. 

can we please just go back in time? when we were happy. and everything felt right. when we only fought over pizza toppings and who rolled a better blunt. i miss those days. 

my latest and favorite sharpie drawing. i love him so much, but there’s a devil between us and we just. won’t. work.

woke up in the middle of the night, rolling a swisher and listening to bon iver

because i don’t know what else to do. wes left for dallas shortly after i told him i loved him, for the first time. i couldn’t imagine losing my mother, so i can’t imagine what he’s going through. there’s a storm moving through denver. its dark and cold and the wind gusts remind me of when hurricane charley hit. my room feels foreign, and i don’t feel like myself. i miss my dog. and my brother. so many ups and downs, and i can’t find a stable ground. i was on a high horse for a while, until she turned into a bucking bronco.

baby boy. (Taken with instagram)

there’s nothing worse than walking away from this face.

gpoyw: day #3 of cold sweats, nausea, no appetite, no sleep, saltine crackers and not being able to move. fun times. 

the only remedy getting me through this nasty little thing they call the stomach flu. oh colorado, how I love you.

new gloves! #hateonit (Taken with instagram)