I just wanted it to be another fun Friday,
But here I am,
Sitting in a kitchen,
Drinking a shitty can margarita,
And just wanting to go back to 6PM,
Dozing off and listening to oldies.
I'm not feeling the alcohol,
I called my ex,
My friend is irritated,
I feel like an inconvenience,
Yesterday my head was filled with thoughts of dying,
And I honestly can't wait until I leave everything behind for a year.
I just want to stop existing for a while,
Get blackout drunk or something,
Go to sleep,
Or absorb myself in another world.
I simply want to go home,
Fridays aren't as fun anymore,
And I feel like a failure.
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