Tequila

Watching pathetic reruns of Friends, sipping tequila I feel seconds of countdown to the end. Alone. Peaceful. Hopeless.

No human.

I'm feeling lonely.
Terribly lonely, like never before.

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Easter.

Ruined. This time I can almost physically feel it is a bad omen. I feel completely uprooted and cast into pit with dirt and the recycled boxes with the imitation of life inside.

"Easter is meant to be a symbol of hope, renewal, and new life."