wine. drink. myself in the chandelier.
alone. gone to bed. the cats move around.
bugs hit windows and crickets.
ALONE.
I'm letting IT in.
Feels...
LIKE I CAN'T BREATHE. LETS HAVE A FUCKING ASTHMA ATTACK REAL QUICK. ITS THE WINE AND THE SODIUM NITRATES IN THE PRIME RIB AND THE SMALL CHILD SLEEPING AT MY SIDE I AM NERVOUS AND EXCITED. GET USED TO THIS YOU ARE COMING HOME FOR GOOD AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME BITCH. WAIT. YOU'RE NOT A BITCH THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT. I WAS SAYING THAT I'LL BITCH. ABOUT THINGS. THAT HAPPEN. THAT'S ME. AND THE WINE.
OOO...the moooon. alone. feels good. slow. down.
wow. that was quick.
feelings are strange.
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