Bottom of the glass

Drunk, completely gone.
Last night we played cards and watched Drop Dead Fred
overly reading into every single fucking word
I was mistaken and silly.

Thank god August is over.

Alone in my room
the rest have gone off to a party
it is good to be alone.

There’s so much I want to do and never seem to do much at all.
Newfound belief in the universe,
It is not my concern at the moment.

-For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years