It's 12pm, I'm in bed drinking red wine, straight from the bottle. I'm half way through and I'm more sober than I was before I popped the bottle open.
Sometimes doesn't it just feel like your village people are after you, like all the forces in the universe contrive against you, everything comes crashing down at the same time. It's Murphy's law and Sod's law and Finagle's law all at once; anything that can go wrong will go wrong (and toss you its middle finger with a dirty grin while at it!)
And when all these things go wrong I just sit here and ask God where did I go wrong? What did I do wrong? Did I not love you enough?
...So after doing all that I could, I went to look for a friendly face, someone to share my woes with, and all I got was a hard stare. This pushed me further to the bottle.
The fact that I'm typing this without a single typo is evident to the fact that a bottle of red wine has done absolutely nothing to numb or at the very least, alleviate my pain.
Although, now that I come to think about it, I wasn't exactly drinking to feel better, I just needed to be knocked out, to sleep. Yet, now I'm even more alert than I was in the first place.
Like how does everything fail at the same time? Even an attempt to get drunk? Just..., how?
Village people be working over time they won't even let the alcohol get me high in peace! 😧
I admit, I'm tired. Everyone gets tired, don't judge me for admitting it and actually writing it out.
Moment of truth: I was writing this hoping that before I get to the end sleep would take me away, but I'm still here, wide-eyed and sh*t, so I'm just going to put my phone away and wait for things to get better. I have no options left...
(Things will get better, I'll stay strong. Stay strong too 😘).