sigh. its like never gonna end.
im not gonna say: maybe im thinking too much.
cos im not.
reality-check.
the very fact that its happening.
i need to run.
alcohol flows in my blood every night.
my belly's growing bigger.
at least i feel warmth from the blood rushing to my head.
warmth that i thought i could receive from someone. something.
sigh.
im not done with my reflections yet.
