Reception for the Cynical

There's a girl out there right now and she's drunk. Drunken physically? No, far worse-mentally, intoxicated by her own thoughts. inhaling more only makes her suffer, but at least she has the strength to suffer. What she wants is blurred. What she feels is numb. What will become of her is sick. She's drowning in a pool of her own mental conceptions. Spur of the moment fantasies are the only thing that dangle her inches above the desolate rock bottom that is so desperately longing for her own sacrifice. Bobbing through the current unaware of her surroundings she remains trapped. Who ever knew such a beautiful thought could lure her into a riptide of remorse. She'll spend the rest of her life puking up the past. Forcing her to not only recall the uneasiness, but to yet again clean it up. There's a girl out there right now and she's an alcoholic. Addicted to her own horrible quondam.