today is day one of my drying out. after a slew of bad hangovers and consistently waking up each afternoon with more bags under my eyes than a Christmas check-in at JFK, I'm taking a break. I'm not sure for how long. i guess it all depends on my own ability to keep myself in check. this photo i took one of the last times i worked at little frankies. i no longer work there cause i drank too much the night before and slept through my shift. i've been feeding the monster inside of me the drink it needs to get drunk and sleep. otherwise i am at this point where i lie down at night and can't sleep. my mind just wanders aimlessly around my sordid history, attempting to change the things i can't change, especially inside my head. so, i drink. i be merry. i go out because the silence in my room is deafening. my room is a tomb. a boring, fucking quiet, dark dungeon-like tomb.
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