Completely lost and zero desire to live. Maybe I should call her. I can't live alone. We could give each other hope and sexiness. But that's no way to call someone. I have to live myself. Mental break down. One third of a way through my coffee. I can feel my body accepting caffeine. Now I'm fine. Fine to good. Good to great. Great is satisfying enough. Day over. I feel like a beer. Time to enjoy this days ending. I don't need anyone. Beer and me today. Coffee began what beer will finish.
How I feel from the start of a Saturday coffee to 10 minutes later.
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