i am drunk/journal number i donno

you're here, and you missed me, that's what you told me last night. all morning you were there making noises and i could barely get to sleep but you made insomnia worth while, for a little while. now we're drunk, at least, i'm very drunk. the act we play in front of everyone else fools me sometimes 'cause i think how real it could be, but i guess i know that if you could choose you'd choose me. at least, that's what you tell me, so that's what i think. i'm just a foolish drunk girl, who let's you sleep in her bed and who counts her blessings every day that she hasn't fallen off the deep end quite yet