hung over

this is how I feel, and this is why I am never happy and this is my message in a bottle sent to you.

I want to call you up and SCREAM at you, I want to beat you up, I want to hang up on you and slap you in the face and cry all over you and hug you and kiss you, just cry and cry and cry until everything is finally ok, and we wake up the next day with some sort of oddly decorated house and a crazy pet Iguana. I don't care about anything, you can even name the iguana. I feel everyday like Scarlett O' Hara throwing herself down the stairs just wanting you to come pick me up.