Drinking in the middle of the week is something I clearly can’t afford.
People drink to drive away stress, although I get more stressed as soon as the alcohol effect finishes, leaving me with stress indeed.
Wide awake at five o’clock in the morning, with a very bothersome need of shitting a very strong shit.
So here I am sitting on the toilet, pushing my way out of pain, these loose turds out of me, until they’re free, until I am free.
the Shy Tird 