Its going to make me feel better for about an hour, long enough to let me actually fall asleep.
Much like spices will exaggerate flavor, alcohol has amplified the echo coming from my chest so even I can hear it over the stereo, over the people, over the traffic. But just like a spice, it leaves behind a certain character: this one, regret, loneliness, self loathing. I know I will regret writing to you tomorrow when I regain consciousness, but I need to sleep, and this might be the only way. I have shit to do, too.
Something's going to break soon, I can feel it.
Something's gonna happen...
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