Wake up take my pills get dressed go to work come home take my pills sleep. Wake up take my pills get dressed go to work come home take my pills sleep. Day after day all the same. Walk by those I love. see them happy. Waking up with a pounding head from drinking the night before. Several texts from Jack. None from him. A few missed calls from Mom. A puddle of vomit on the floor in the bathroom. Empty pill bottles on the floor next to empty vodka bottles. The cat on top of the fridge was traumatized from the night before. Time to call the doctor again. "Fourth time this week?" "I need more meds." "alright, they will be ready in a bit." "Thanks." I say as I hang up the phone.
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Random short stories!
RandomIf anyone likes these stories feel free t comment and I might make them into a full-length book! some are more mature then others
