I feel like I've been there a thousand times, then we just kind of end up falling back into it
This time he stormed out at around 6 last night and hasn't been back and I don't care
Haven't wondered where he is, where he slept, who he's with, I just don't care
In fact I've had the bolts on the front door the whole time I've been in so he couldn't even get back in if he tried
So is this how the end feels?
Just, indifferent?