hangovers
“shimmer with lust, buzz with heat, vibrate with life and stay up all night”
edgy from too much wine last night.
edgy from too much coffee this morning.
edgy because she weighs too much. too many edges.
so edgy she can’t stand herself or her own skin.
the life of a writer sounds so glamorous and romantic and i think that’s just because that’s our job. to make reality more appealing even in its ugliness. to make crusty lungs and shriveled livers sexy. to make empty hearts and lost souls profound. and all this somehow makes you feel exciting and pretty? it’s not so romantic when you feel you have nothing new to say.
amazing how a little OJ and a shower will make you nice again.
