"..night after night the heart surrenders.."

[vulgarized]

Everything is spiraling and I can't see my way out of the bottle of scotch and vodka. Through the technicolored rampages of drunken smiles and faces that I forget when the morning reaches my eyes. Is it depression, or simple angst? Do I have a reason to feel like my body is digging it's own grave, or am I sympathizing with myself because of how

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[readitnweep]

Geez, i hope you feel better. Ive had moments like that and i know you hear this a lot but things will get better. Love you woman! <3

Jenny

[awful_truth]

It's Daryl. Where've you been, baby?