coffee stains [COMPLETED]

thursday, november seventeenth

dear vic,
when i walked into the coffee shop today, you stared at me curiously. i awkwardly walked up to the counter and ordered something. you asked me where i was yesterday and my stomach flipped. i didn't think you would notice my disappearance. i felt cared for, for once. thanks to you, vic:) growing up, i never really had anyone care about me. my mom was an alcoholic and my dad, well, he didn't exist. and now i'm here, twenty three and fucked up in the head. i don't think it had anything to do with my parents, though. i don't really know. my back story is kind of blurry, i was in and out of the hospital from alcohol poisoning, attempts and drunkenly hurting myself. not to mention all the lonely nights of drinking my mother's alcohol. i was drunk 3/4 of the time. i stopped going to school and did anything i could to fuck up my future. i barely sleep, i barely eat. the voices tell me not to. my therapist says i have a really bad case of schizophrenia. i just think i'm me. what's your life story, vic? who are you?
will s.

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my little brother is sitting next to me watching cat vines on youtube. kms.