And just like I'd expect myself to, I drank all my pain away. I took a fucking huge gulp of Malibu Red Tequila so now I'm off the wall. I feel amazing at least. The smell that lingers on my breathe is strong but it doesn't matter. I'm laughing my ass off at my sorry excuse of a life. I can't type at all, I'm relaying on autocorrect to do my work for me. I feel numb, but I know that feeling will disappear soon. It's starting to now as I think too deep and ache for another sip. I'm just a broken machine, there's no fixing me.
