no one plans to sleep in the gutter, but sometimes that's the most comfortable place

[falseappearence]

I don't know why I'm writing.
Perhaps, I think it'll make me feel better about...everything.
That's a lie.
A poor one, at that.

I'm worried.
I think I fucked up.
In a major way.
What to do?
Where to hide?

I need a vacation.
Some space.
A place to start over.
Where no one knows my name.

A hug.
Some vodka.