I am damp spots,

I am difficulty breathing,

I am drinking alone in the middle of the day,

I am bent book spines,

wonky teeth,

just a little bit chubby with no *****.

I am mice nibbling at my toes,

fast food over home cooked meals,

envy over normaly,

and solace in art.

I am crying for nothing

and everything at all.

I am music none of my friends like

and I am fluccuating between comfort eating

and not eating at all.



I have grown up

I have changed.

I am ambition

and grown up relationships

and jobs.



I am nostalgic

and sad

and

I am drunk.