un-sober

i had another cup of strong americano. gracie and i went to enjoy some booze after work. both of us just got a little groggy but we were not able to obtain the drunken-ness that we are dying to achieve. we did not talk a lot because we were both preoccupied by the thoughts why we end up wanting beer instead of sleep. for the first time in months, i did not head directly home.

well, this is not an ordinary day...because we are dealing with a not so ordinary pain.

the pain of insecurity.

sorry, i could not extract more.