jump.

I took a photo of my slippers in the snow.

I wanted to tell someone, but didn’t know who.

I suppose I need to practice to remember to think of you.

I can’t imagine it was so easy at one time.

Now it feels like something I’m supposed to do.

I feel like I’m losing steam.

Like life is overwhelming me.

I get so high at night.

I think of all the things I need to do the next day…

I don’t do any of it.

Nothing!

The bills are piling up.

I’m failing.

Failing.

Failing.

I need to cut out the excess.

If I really want things in life I need to just stop.

I can’t control myself.

Not any part.

I feel sick.

So very sick.

Run.

Quick.

While you were off doing well, I was out fucking up.