I sat in the corner of my room. Eyes still blurry with tears from last night. Empty bottles on the floor, still not enough to make me sleep. It seems like beer is the new coffee. The more I drink, the more I become aware and awake.
I smell like shit. The room is turnt upside down. Empty frames smashed. The walls were scarred with the broken pieces.
It hurts. It still hurts. My heart, still pounding like wild. Adrenaline’s racing up when I try to forget everything about last night. But how can I?
