Drugs

It’d been fine if it was he wasn’t using it

*the sound of distant honking intensifies*

Telemarketing

I’ve never seen Galbor this riled up before

This is fine.

Glad we went right to intrusive thoughts

You can pry my hope and optimism out of my cold, dead hands.

It’s a little nuts

There won’t be a second date.

Just like momma used to make

It ran over my inner child