A million miles from here, right across the room. She could make you feel 100% alone in a full room.
A casual evening with misery; t.v., whiskey, chips, and games. Her company always present. I'm here trying to let every lie slide. Every fake story a grab for attention "LOOK AT ME " she screamed in my face, with a smile and another story from across the room.
Why am I playing a role in this performance? I don't like one thing about the company or misery. I have seen all these characters before, and I'm not amused. I'm the life of the party and I haven't even attended.
I'm on a beach somewhere sober, California at my hand and the sea at my feet.