Sinnerman's Shelter
Tomorrow’s the funeral.
So my mom and I did what we always do when everything just gets too much… Drink whiskey, eat ice cream, smoke in the living room, and listen to the Bee Gees, turning them louder than is possibly healthy.
I feel so fucked up. If I don’t leave for a few days and just get out, I’ll probably go insane. There’s so much strange shit in my head, weird thoughts and memories of a past that is gone for good… Idk. I’m so homesick. I need some time for myself. Everything’s just… eww.
