This is not going to save me. I'm only going to be the same old stupid fucking Desiree, but sloppy. It's 9:43 in the morning. Nothing is going to save me. I just have to deal with this. Shit.
I pour the shot into the sink. Put away the bottle and the glass. Walk away.
Am I strong enough? Will I ever fucking win?
3 comments:
Two times yes.
Don't give up.
Yes & yes. You were strong enough that day. You will be able to each day.
Vodka should not be the drink of choice.
Sorry I ain't helping.
Next time, a cup of joe - but real real strong. The kind that knocks you back after the first sip, then you keep going.
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