lonely

Coming home from T's tonight I just felt empty and cold. Like swallowing whole ice cubes on an empty stomach.

I thought about eating something.
I thought about smoking again.
I thought about calling Him...

But even if He answered it wouldn't be enough to fill me, to warm me tonight.

So I went home instead.
I folded laundry.
I took a long shower.

Lonely won't kill me.