Shameful, shameful, shameful.
For some reason I feel ashamed of myself. I looked at my reflection in the mirror this morning and saw a face that startled me. Despite the unkempt hair, and dark circles I found an old enemy within myself. I'm wearing out, kind of like a plastic bag worn too thin. I don't understand what is so wrong with me, perhaps people can see my soul and find all the cuts, scrapes and bruises it contains.
I've felt hollow all week, and today it seems to be at an apex. I feel ten years older than what I really am. I'm afraid to see myself in ten years. So many people have expirenced more than I have, and they're so much younger. To be honest, I hope Melissa comes to see me after work. I'll have an excuse to drown my sorrows from a finely crafted bottle.
Though the urge to drink is absent. I'm scared.
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