So I used my dear booze, again. Thank you for the bitter sweet liberation. I purposely went over my limit. I was prepared to go crazy, and dark. I've been silent for too long. I tried.
When I woke up today, my head willingly ignored the hang-over and floated for a while. As usual, drunk messages were successfully sent . I know that. I remember doing that. But I wanted to grab my phone right away just to see how truthful and offensive I was last night. I was itching to read the exact text, the weight of the words I used, and the rate of anguish and pain in every line.
I was typing damn fast last night. My thoughts were so loud and not filtered. I meant everything I said. And yes, I meant to hurt you.
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