Alcohol & Chocolate

As I sit here now in the corner of my apartment I'm given flashbacks.

I was watching this same TV show, on the same bed, during the time my life began falling apart.

What do I have to prove my journey since? Alcoholism? Aggressive allergies? Resorting back to my sleeping bag blanket for comfort and sleep?

Tomorrow marks my 27th. If I remember right, it's quarter after two in the afternoon.

I expect to hear from him; if not, no loss. His "bestie" has been pushing for a celebration at work for it. I really didn't want anything and that's part of the reason why I said I don't want cake or any sweets. Get me a fruit tray or allow me to wear shorts to work.

I guess we'll see.


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