I hate Mondays. They ruin my weekend. They take Matthew away from me. They cause an entires say worth of gloom. I want to be living in the weekends. With a packed bowl, glass of whiskey, a pack of cigarettes in my bag, and matts hand on my back while I sit in his lap. I want those morning where we sleep in. A tangled mess of arms, legs, and blankets. I don’t want to be at work or home alone.
I love this girl so much it’s unbelievable. I wish I could just give her the world.