Last night, I closed my eyes and envisioned myself in that wooden framed bed in Germany, waking up with my chubby body and excited to hangout in the city with my mama and Phyllis. Happy to wander the shops and had nothing at home to worry or stress about. Goofing around with my sister and cracking jokes. Those moments seem so far.
I hate to be the living sob story everyday. I just don't know what else to do.
When I pull the sheets from my eyes I wake up to a world ridden with greed and selfishness, all illuminated by that looming red light in his room.
Come back drug induced wonderland, come back...