11.23.2009

Drinking myself into excess.

“You use to laugh so easily.”

You’re right.

“You use to be a lot more fun.”

I vaguely remember.

“You know that feeling when the things you care the most about are completely irrelevant to everyone else? “

I’m quite fond of that feeling.

“You know that feeling when the things you care about the most think nothing of you?”

I’m familiar.

“You know that feeling when the things you care about the most just want you to let go? “

Believe me, I’m stuck.

Deliver me.

“I thought you would know better. Yet, this cycle always ends here. I promise you. “

Pardon the mess. I am a bit drunk.

As much as I pretend I’m not affected, and believe me, this façade feels quite permanent.

But as much as I pretend, you know how it feels.

“I’m not going to be replaced. It’s about time. Don’t you think? What’s the worst that can happen?"

Exactly.

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