I woke up angry. None of this is right. It’s all wrong. I’m done with the universe ******* with me, giving me little hits of serotonin only to end up smashing my face in the dirt. So I dealt with it the only way anyone with the same blood as me knows how. I stopped by a gas station at 9:30 in the morning and grabbed 2 shots of liquor. I downed the first one and a big swig of the next. I’m sitting in the lobby of my therapist’s office waiting to tell her how ****** everything has been since last I saw her. Sorry my breath smells.