And I Walked For Hours The Mist

I Hate Not Knowing What To Believe Anymore. I Hate Not Knowing What's Real.

But I Need To Wake Up Somehow. Or Maybe Not. Maybe It’s Best To Get Through The Day Half-asleep. Maybe That’s The Only Way To Get Through Today.

She Wants To Believe My Excuses So Bad. Every Time I Lie, She Wants To Believe Me So Much.

Half Of Them Kept Repeating My Name, Trying To Get It Right, While The Other Half Laughed. But They Were Harmless. Fun Drunks Make A Nice Addition To Any Party: Not Looking To Fight. Not Looking To Score. Just Looking To Get Drunk And Laugh. I Remember Those Guys. Like The Mascots Of The Party. "clay! Whatcha Doon Here? Bah-ha-ha-ha!

I’m Going To Be Mentally Ill In Fifteen Years, And That’s Why My Husband Doesn’t Want To Be Around Me.