Honk and I hop up to the bar, preening, magpies looking for shining girls. I’m all slicked-back hair and the kinda cheekbones you get after laying in bed for weeks eating nothing and listening to sad music. 988 more words
I’m completely terrified, because I don’t know what’s coming next.
Because I don’t know if I’m loved or wanted.
Because my brain keeps reminding me I am the worst, and no one really cares. 436 more words
Today is a tough one. Lost another to top off (and hopefully end) a stressful last couple of weeks. I lost a few guys in the house who were new to sobriety in a not so tasteful fashion a little over a week apart. 1,180 more words