I sat in the middle of the chaos I had created, surrounded by the remnants of the day that'd spiraled out of my control. The dim red light cast a strangely comfortable glow over the usual bright light that was in the room.
I used the dim light as a faint attempt to mask the mess that lies before me. I'm drunk, or at least, I'm trying to be. The vodka beside me was almost half empty, and the gin cup was lying on the floor, alongside the chips wrapper that kept me company.
I hummed softly to the rhythm of the slow melody I was listening to as I leaned back against the bed frame. My messy bun is a tangled mess on my head, a stark reminder of how messy my life has become. I feel the weight of my thoughts bearing down on me. I had let the bakery shop slip from my hands. My wedding turned ou
