Conniving shots of stored RH bote help me get by, but I can’t depend on a bottle forever, can I?
I can talk to people for hours, solving their problems and giving out the warmest hugs I can offer. Strange enough, I can’t talk to myself for hours, not even a minute, to solve my problems or give myself the warmest hug.
I need to listen to myself sometimes. That’s what my friends say.
Perhaps one day, I will. And one day, when you’d kiss me, I won’t have to kiss you back. ;)
