And now I’m thinking about mine.
And how badly I want it.
It had been a few days, since the thought crossed my mind.
Why am I like this?
I know exactly how I want to do it.
I want my music. I’ll be listening to Avenged Sevenfold. Unholy Confessions.
I want to have a bottle. I want to be a little drunk, just so I’m giggly.
I want for it to be night time, by myself.
I want to walk along some dark, desolate tracks until I meet a train.
The thought is calming.
How did I get here?