I feel like s**t. The numbing buzz of alcohol has gone away and now I'm lying here in my bed at half three in the morning with the horrible taste of cigarettes in my mouth feeling pretty depressed looking back on my old self and how much I've changed over the last decade or so. In some ways for the good, in other ways I haven't changed at all and that seriously scares me sometimes. Considering calling the samaritains just to talk, but I suppose it's better I get my thoughts out here I suppose.
I feel ok during the day when I'm with family or when I'm buzzed in some way, but at times like this all I can do is try to fight off impending feelings of doom and occupy myself with true crime documentaries. Suppose I can listen to the sound of the rain outside to keep my mind from eating itself.
_________________
fleeting
ˈfliːtɪŋ/
adjective:
lasting for a very short time. See also, life.