MIKO
Another mindless night filled with drinks, Coke, and my misery, choking me until I can't breathe.
My phone died, but I haven't charged it. Perhaps if it's dead, I won't give in to the urge to call him.
I passed by the apartment on my way to another club. The lights were on.
I caught a glimpse of him by the window as he talked on the phone, pacing before he moved rooms.
It's been only a day. And yet here I am, holding a dead phone, staring at the black screen like it will light up and I will get his call.
Nothing is better than Jude. No one is him and it's evident with every person who tries to talk to me or dance with me.
When I look at them, all I see is wrong.
They don't have silver hair. Not Jude. No one is good enough, no one can make me feel better.
I can't forget and I don't think I will ever want to truly forget.
Nothing is fun without him.
I'm truly fucked.
He ruined me.
