I am drunk.

I am almost drunk enough to not care. Almost.

I am almost drunk enough to not see the events of the past twelve hours very clearly.

Almost.

Does everyone have such a stupid life? –Whoops! Am I being a victim again? Oh shit, gotta watch that. So I’m told.

I am I the only sucker around? Am I just stupid?

“Don’t fall away and leave me to myself

Don’t fall away and leave love bleeding in my hands,

In my hands again.”

I am entangled in a web of love, lies and deceit. Guilt, hurt, blood. It is so sticky I can’t find my way out of it.

And I seem to be the only person concerned.

“Rather be in another place

Where I won’t see the light

Where people walk away

With their faces tucked inside

Fall down, fall down,

Fall down to my knees

Stay close to the ground

Just in case I sink

Down… down…

Down… down…

Down… down…”

-Down, Javier Mendoza Band

Really, who fucking cares? It’s okay. I’ll be fine. I’ll just “get over it.” No problem. Accept it, I’m told. Okay. No problem.

Sorry for the inconvenience. Now back to your regularly scheduled program.

Not drunk enough,

michelle