I tilted my head pack in pleasure as the liquid burned my throat on its way to the empty organ. Yeah, empty. I always drank on an empty stomach. It made everything better. Gave the vodka a more vivid taste. It brought out a lot.
I sat home alone on this Friday night seeing it would be my last night I have this floor left to myself for a while. Tomorrow was moving day, not for me. For some reckless teenagers. Yeah don't get me wrong, at eighteen I'm reckless but I'm not a boy. And I'm pretty responsible.
I laughed at myself as I blew smoke out and put the vodka down. I laughed at how much I hated the scent of smoke in the past. Now it's the only thing that can get me through the day. I pushed myself off the couch and took the vodka bottle with me, downing the last quarter.
"You're a piece of shit." I said and hit the door frame as I looked at myself in the mirror. "A worthless piece of trash.."
I looked at the broken bottle and cautiously stepped over it and laid in my bed. "You're just a worthless piece of trash, waiting to be picked up..."
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