Turbulence

It’s 4 in the morning. I passed out on the couch as soon as I got home (hours ago). I’m still in my dirty clothes from “the night before”. My hair smells like cigarettes and stale beer. I feel disgusting, but not enough to get out of bed the couch to wash up.

It’s a very strange time. I’m confused, I’m happy, I’m anxious.

I am thrilled. I am genuinely terrified.

We are in for turbulence. And another upset.

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