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There’s no tiht to catch

Harrison

There’s a war inside ainst it

A loud, pounding knock hits the wood of nore it

I don’t care who is on the other side of that door They can just fuck right off

I’ve been back inand I’ll be honest, what used to feel like houage

How in the hell did everything get so screwed up?

When I first got here, I felt guilty for leaving LA, even though she told h she refused to see me or talk towas the right thing She’s so close to her due date, and what if she needshappens or what if, what if, what if…

I can name an infinite nu that I didn’t stay, but there’s only one reason I have left—she didn’t give me any other choice

Mostly, though, when I arrived in New York, I felt unsettled and heartbroken about not even getting to have the goodbye conversation I deserved I even broke down and tried calling Rocky again It rang and rang, but ultimately, she never picked up So, I texted

Me: Please, Rocky I just want to talk Say the word, and I’ll hop on a plane back to California

Me: Fuck, I hate this We should be together, baby Not apart This feels wrong in every possible way Please…just talk to me

No answer

My next step was to take out the one bottle of whiskey I keep in h to pass out I know I never would have slept without it, and I just wanted a few hours to stop feeling this agony Itlike a fucking alcoholic after goingwas a piss-poor idea at best

My throbbing heart now has a compadre to keep it company—my head

Long story short, company is not at the top of my list to receive a elcome

The pounding on the door gets harder though the longer I ignore it, and stopping the spiky shards of spear-like agony that shoot through hest priority

As such, I have no choice but to coate the consequences by bolstering it with a swift second action—telling whoever it is to fuck right off