I've spent the last week with this pain in my stomach, this knot, this ball of worry. I don't notice when I'm hungry anymore, because the hunger pains are disguised by the constant ache.
I sleep little.
Yesterday evening I had a glass of whisky, followed by one more. Then I lay on my bedroom floor, and cried for my friend. I cried for his wife. For his parents. For hers. For me.
The outlook is bleak.
I sleep little.
Yesterday evening I had a glass of whisky, followed by one more. Then I lay on my bedroom floor, and cried for my friend. I cried for his wife. For his parents. For hers. For me.
The outlook is bleak.
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