I.....

I hate how dramatic my life is. Whiskey can not dull the pain away. I sit at the bar feeling this pain.

sounds happen all around me and my friends sound like flies buzzing in my ears

I don't truly understand what they are saying to me. I just laugh and it's a echo of my self.

They can't tell the different.

My friend is going to Jail for 5 years, For killing his best friend in a car accident. His mind is gone he cant even add two plus two together. He's so child like. He does it remember me. Someone that would stay up hours and talk to him about everything before the accident. Now I'm not even a memory to him I"m nothing.

The only time I feel like I"m in control is when Im fucking. Making the man wither underneath me feeling so powerful when he calls out my name. This is sad to me

This is not my best Just right now I don't care