The morning (evening) after

Had way too much to drink last night. Turns out you can’t make your problems drown, folks. Or the people who haunt your memories. Or the words people say that rip to pieces.

Whoever said “Stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me” is a fucking liar. Dumb ass.

I got up at 7 this morning and tried to go back to sleep and as soon as I reached that sweet sleep spot, the phone rang. I forgot about lunch with my Grandma for Mother’s Day. (Slapping hand) Had to hurry up and rush out the door.

Feel like poop. Gonna nod off here at Mom & Dad’s while they do that grandparent thing.

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