pelafina

Ever look at yourself and wonder who the fuck you are?
You're looking at the photo, and the parts and its sum computes. But
still it isn't you.

This last week/month has been quite the little spiral into nothingness.
Between anya being gone, the return of friends, the out of controll
behavior and drinking. I've been not so great deep down.
I'm searching for reasons.
And I find so many things I've just never really dealt with.
Baggage left for me.
And here I am.

Trying to find self at 25.
Is this where my mother was in her head at 25?
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