I flip onto my left side with a huff. Not comfortable.
I flipped to my right side facing the bathroom. Still uncomfortable. Rolling on my back, I slammed my arms down on the bed beside me, “UGHH!”.
All damn day today my mind has been relentless. My mood is in a funk, my head won’t stop freaking turning. All the things I usually try to bury deep down inside of me have been playing on repeat, like my brain is playing some sick joke. It greased its wheels and now they won’t stop turning.
“f**k this, I need a smoke.” I muttered to myself in the darkness of my room. I grab a hoodie from beside my bed and slip it on. It still smells like Deacon, giving me some comfort in my time of need. Walking to my nightstand, I opened the small drawer and grabbed a joint.
Shiitt. Looks like I need to
