Ever walked into a biology lab and seen those specimens in their bottles of formaldehyde? They just sit there and vegetate. They don't decay, they don't regenarate. They're frozen in time.
Pretty much the situaton I find myself in. I don't move on. Neither do I go back to her. I''ve tried both, but all roads lead to those formaldehyde bottles. A state of suspension where you sit there and watch the world pass you by.
I'm an alcoholic in alcohol.
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