Sinking like a ship.

This isn't a story. more a rant?

Memories are a b***h, Feelings are nothing but a pain in the a*s. Mix the two and you have a perfect recipe for a swift kick to the balls.

When the memories of someone come back around for the thousandth time, you start to expect what’s going to happen. That’s when it throws a curve ball at you.

Feelings are no better. Except they don’t leave and come back. No, these f****r’s stick around. They stick around and make sure you know they’re there. I know they’re there. They’re like a fastball to the face.

When you mix the curve ball and the fast ball, you get a weird feeling in the gut. It leaves you breathless, speechless. It leaves you dazed and confused and wondering how to go about this. It leaves you realizing and leaves you stuck with them. Sinking like a ship.

Sinking like a ship indeed.