fuck you, fuck you very very much, kittn.

You open one bottle, you pour it into the glass. You down half, take a breath, and down the rest. Then a new bottle, drink, new bottle, drink, new bottle, drink. That's the way it goes.

Your eyes are bright red, the skin around it pink, swollen. On the floor there's drops of liquid. It isn't blood, for once. Just tears, making a little puddle on your floor.

When you first start letting yourself fall in love again, letting yourself trust the person to whom you're speaking, letting someone in, they crap all over. All you can do if force the hatred.