Bottom of the River

I have days where it feels like I’m underwater and just staring up at the sunlight through the water, holding my breath and just hoping that burn can wait just a moment more before I have to gasp for breath.

I’m mentally fried. Overwhelmed, overstressed, and glad I have tomorrow off.

I feel like I’m dying in slow motion. And I hate it.

It’ll be better tomorrow, I’m sure. But fuck do I want a bottle of vodka right now.

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