Confessions To Love

Day one after the admission was torture; day two was spent in agony, day three mostly crying, day four regret, day five staring down the bottom of a tequila bottle.

I drove into the other town and topped up on as much tequila as I can. I wired money from my trust fund to Clara to give to Tyler for a couple of months of rent. I am here to live my life, not become dependent on someone else again.

I got another bikini, a pink off-shoulder one. I don't think I gave it much thought as I generally hate pink. I think I might have been a little drunk when I bought it. It is practically the only thing I have worn for these past five days.

I make my drunk ass up to the pool again; it is my afternoon of sun, music, and alcohol. I have upgraded myself to a mix disc giving me a bit more variety, but I still get stuck on one song. I blast the music load, grab my bottle of tequila and go sit on the pool steps.

“When your day is long…And the night…The