Maybe I do feel okay, because everything is going wrong. Maybe I don't feel okay, because everything is actually alright.
Maybe I don't know how to feel because last night the strawberry wine fizzed uncomfortably on my tongue and I lost control, the way I don't like to lose control. I couldn't help my friends because I couldn't even help myself. It didn't stop me from trying. But I wasn't good enough - I wasn't strong enough.
The next morning, between tears and picking up the shattered fragments of the night before, I vowed to never taste that poison again.
But maybe I don't feel okay because you haven't left my thoughts in a while.
photo credit - camilla akrans
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