and I’m crying my poor little heart out because I want a drink or 12 with an intensity I haven’t felt in some time.

Crying because I want to throw away the last 48 days for a fucking 6-pack before it’s even 7am.

Because I want to hold onto the last 48 days more than I’ve ever wanted something in my life.

Because I know I won’t drink, and that I just have to feel this shitty gnawing inside for as long as it lasts.

I want to take the easy way out right now, but my brain won’t let me fuck up and I’m pissed as hell about it.