I went outside, it was 11:57 when I went out. I sat on the swing. It was old, worn a bit, and didn't exactly fit right. Just like my current state. It had grown old, it didn't fit exactly right and whenever you'd move a bit it would get uncomfortable. I cried for minutes but it seemed like hours. The tears rolled down my face into the sand. I looked at the sand and it reminded me of the beach. I gave up my safe haven..for this? It is now 12:38..and I still don't know why I stayed home.
Why is it when you swear something off, and decide to hate it - it comes back at full strength to you? It just begs you to come back and all you can do is hope it doesn't end up like it once did. But you know it will. I still don't know why I stayed home.
I'm going to go and become the alcoholic everyone tells me I am. Drink away my problems, just like everyone else in America.
