I inhale a deep breath, exhaling almost too quickly. Every time I step, pain strikes up my leg, causing me to cry out.
I want to stop, I want to turn back. But I can't. I've already made my decision.
The street lights and cars passing by are blurry as I glide past them. "Almost there," I breathe, smelling the alcohol in my own breath.
Drinking is my escape. My way to forget about my emotions. But it only lasts for so long until the reality of everything comes back and I'm forced to face it.
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It feels as if I'm never going to make it, but I do.
I try to tidy myself up as best as I can. I didn't think I would make it up to this point. I guess the alcohol kicked in and gave me strength that I could never have if I was sober.
My hand trembles as I knock on the door. My breathing is abnormal once again. That feeling that I'm going to pass out starts settling in me as the door slowly swings open. I drank too much this time.
My eyes are slowly closing...
"What are you doing here?" Your voice booms, sending a shock through my body, jolting me awake.
I can barely even utter a single word. "I-I missed you," I slur.
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Poetry/Writing
Puisii always have a lot on my mind, and i tend to go to writing to release my emotions. this book is just some poems/short stories and scenarios that i write. nobody even has to read this book, i'm just doing it to express myself :-))
