July 07, 2006 / 12:44 a.m.

I'm sorry, but I'm just not getting out of bed today. The hangover mixed with the pouring rain and the reminder of what I did to lose you is just too much to bear right now. Maybe tomorrow will be better, but I really doubt it. I keep leaving the door open for you to call, and say "hey, maybe we should hang out." But something tells me I shouldn't hold my breath waiting for the phone to ring. If you need me I'll be right where you left me, nursing a jack and coke with my head in my hands wishing you hadn't walked away.

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