Vice

2:10am.

 I'm going under, struggling to cope, desperate to be alive and hating living all the same. My life is increasingly becoming polarized between the desire to scream until my throat bleeds and wanting to drink until I'm unconscious, and I hate it, because it seems like nothing I do or say or change has any impact on anything. I'm a sheep marching to slaughter and every bit I fight the process speeds me to the inevitable end. 

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