3 p.m.

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life

Its 3 p.m 

and Im aimlessly wondering of what and how Im suppose to get through my day

I mean

I am here

I am up 

I am moving

what I mean is

I have yet to kick my bad habits 

instead I repeatedly tell myself and those around me 

Ive changed

Im no longer the solo drinker

Im no longer the girl in the corner begging for Jacks bitter sweet kiss

I am no longer that girl getting lost in her own muddled existence

and if you are reading this 

just know it was never you

Its me 

Its always been me

trying to loose sight of what irks me before I am able to sleep

I am trying 

I am still trying to forget 

but my chest aches 

and stomach turns into knots

I become a colossal amount of emptiness

but I am trying 

I am still trying