Empty

The things I come up with when I go on a walk. XDD

Can't walk straight.

Can't think straight.

Drunk off my a*s.

An empty bottle of whiskey in my hand.

An empty stomach.

A hunger strike.

I did this to myself.

There's no hope left for me.

As I sit here,

Slurring my words.

Trying not to puke.

All I can think about is why.

Why am I a screw up?

Why do I break everything I touch?

Why am I blessed with love I don't deserve?

All I can say is, FML.

Going to find another bottle...