If I am not drunk enough, I can never know freedom. I can only allow myself bittersweet perfection when the room spins.
I become the most horrifying of all of my nightmares, terrified of self. Not able to spend quality times with my own feelings. I can only cry.
My best friend is in town. The days will blend together in a drunken slur. In the blink of an eye, she'll be gone. Nothing will be worth it, just like usual.