#not continued

[narfedam]

I was too lazy to finish this...

[papzap]

I try to treat my characters well. Also thank you Kyle! Mulah is a better way to say money. 

[shaynelevi]

6am

I’m just now crawling into bed. You’re climbing into your truck. You put the key in the ignition Almost hoping it won’t start. You put your seat belt on and let out a big yawn with a hint of a sigh. With tired eyes, you back out of the drive and head down the street. You go by the quick stop and pick up a pack of smokes and a monster. And every morning it’s the best cigarette you’ve ever had. After that first sip of monster you start to think of the day ahead. You make goals and think of how to start.

About now I’ve just laid my head down, and on my way to a deep sleep after a long night of cards and headlights. Now you’re heading for the interstate. That’s where I come in.

You flick your cigarette and roll up your window. You start to question yourself and your actions: “Why hasn’t she called yet? Did I really hurt her feelings that bad? I need to call her. She won’t answer this time even if I did, I don’t blame her. Why can’t I get my shit together? Why can’t she see that I’m trying? Because I’m not. That’s why. She’s such a wonderful girl, and she has no idea. I need to call her. I can’t let her get away. She deserves so much better. What does she see in me anyways? I need her.” By now you’re at the job site, and that’s where thoughts of me disappear. I’m haunting your thoughts by your own demand. All I am is a ghost in your mind. A name on your phone. A love you can’t yet have. A feeling that you will soon lose. And all you are is the one who got away, because I couldn’t stop you anymore. To be continued..