It doesn’t matter where in the world you go.
How beautiful the country you visit,
How fascinating the people you meet,
How much booze you drink.
You can’t run away from your thoughts.
You might have a different view from your window but your soul will remain as black as the night sky and, beneath it all, you’ll still be the same fuck up you always were.
Travel solves nothing.
Out of everyone, I am happy for both of you the most.
I wish you love, health and happiness for the rest of your years together.
You deserve it.
My dreams have long since faded, but I hope I last long enough to see you make yours a reality.
I tried really hard today.
To be normal.
And I managed, for a while.
But still I lie in bed here, freezing, hoping to go to sleep and dream of you.