Just One More

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One more. Just one more week and she's back. No. She can't come back yet. Not when I'm like this. I start to feel sick. My arm have so many scars and infections and the other is severely fractured. The only time I'm not drunk, high, or smoking is when I'm at work or school which I'm only at 3 times a week for my job and cause I have almost all my credits. What is she gonna think I'm a complete wreck. I throw up in the near by trash can. It's September 1st I have a week to sober up. I can't do this. I'm too worthless. I made a promise to her and failed. At least try to be sober when she's back.
Just one more.
I calmed myself down so I was no longer hyperventilating. I took my sweatshirt off and saw my arm.
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT. HOW COULD YOU LET HER DOWN LIKE THIS!" I fell on my bed crying, Eric rushed in.
Then she's back.
"What's wrong?"
"L-look at me and all of this, she's gonna be back in a week man," he saw my scars for the first time since I found out I fractured my forearm.
"We'll figure it out dude I promise," we fell asleep, crying.
Sober your act up.
She won't want someone drunk all the time.
She won't want you.
One more week.

IM GONNA TRY UPDATING REGULARLY. I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT IT AMD DIDNT UP DATE FOR TWO MONTHS SORRY.

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