“I want to get drunk and forget that you never loved me, that my life is broken. But 2 bottles down and the thought of you still lingered in my heart, your dreamy face was all my eyes could see . By the third bottle I gave up. I gave up on trying to give you up. I no longer had the energy to fight thoughts you, so I let them all consume me, every ounce of my body. Only death could’ve extricated me from such misery. And I must have known it all along for from the second we met… I started digging my own grave.”
— MD
