I am pretty fucking drunk right now.
I drank a small bottle of Wild Turkey by myself in the park tonight.
I am trying.
I am trying.
I am trying to be well.
I am trying to believe that everything will be alright
But things aren't alright right now.
It scares me where my thoughts are.
I am scared.
And so goddamned alone.
I wish I had more whiskey.
I drank that shit all up.
I wish I had waffles.
I bet if someone loved me, we would go and get waffles.
Because she'd understand.
She'd know why I am so sad
And she wouldn't tell me how to feel like everyone else does.
She would just take me to Waffle House and hold my hand.
My dear sweet fictional girl.
In my unreal make believe land.
I guess I'll just eat toast. Which is all I've eaten the last two or three days.
Toast will never be anything close to waffles.
And that's a goddamned fact.
11:05 p.m. - 2016-07-31
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