Everything is temporary.
That's what I tell myself while I feel my head getting crowded with thoughts that I can't grip. I go in circles... one..two..three
Everything is temporary.
My eyes dart around the room. I grab the flask and feel the cold liquid loosening the knot that has formed in my throat.
Everything is temporary.
I spin in circles with a grin on my face. I know I'll feel fine soon. Just push as hard as you can. Push until your feet have formed a mold in the ground deep enough to bury inside and never come out.
Everything is temporary.
I feel good . I fucking feel good.
