Kittiey (Chelsea Muerte)'s Blog (4)

"Have you ever seen a broken man...?"







Listen to the pitiful sobs, unsure what to say. I sit and stare at his shoes.

Looking up to see a man, broken... bowed over in his seat.

There is a soft 'tap,tap' as tears splatter onto his jeans, making dark spots as they soak into the tattered denim.







My eyes search for his, but his mind is elsewhere.

Empty.

He is a shell.

Staring into his hollow sockets, we share agony.



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Hearing his voice again after such a long time was like rain falling on the most parched and dead soil. I felt alive in a way that I haven't felt in monthes.



"I miss you...like, alot."

I can die happy hearing those words pass his lips.



We talked of family, friends, life, food, our careers...We talked about stupid things, things that really had no point but to me, it was ecstacy just to sit there and talk. (and i'm sure it felt the same for him.)



I wonder if… Continue

Yeah, that's right.

I'm homeless.....AGAIN.

:(



Waking up to the smell of rum and bleach is not a pleasant thing.

Ears ringing, head pounding.

"Where the fuck am i?"

Tattoo shop.

The night comes trickling back.

Corona, Captain Morgan, Russian Vodka, and and urge to drink my reality away.

Hours before I was kicked out of my house through a text message. Mature, huh?



"It can't be a good thing to be used to this.

This seems like all… Continue

Well, it's finally happened.

"I have moved on."

I say these words to myself with a seething anger, a tinge of disgust...

I have waited, patiently for so long...I have given every benefit of the doubt. I have even made a fool of myself to his family and friends ONLY because he gave me a reason to stay.





My last message was sent, today. It said simply :

____________________________________________________________



Are you still ignoring me?

Just… Continue