mysweetisrael

Yesterday was a marathon of drinking and madness. 12 hours of relentless debauchery. The final hours are hazy at best. I don't know how I managed to stay on my feet. I can't really remember Juana's but I know I was there. Hopefully I didn't do anything overly disgraceful.

Now I feel haggard and emotionally drained...like I could just start bawling for no apparent reason. I'm spent.

"There's a shadow just behind me, shrouding every step I take..."

Cheers,
msi.